Write My Wrongs Lyrics

It's dademonn I got problems too

Shit I feel like you call on me I call on you

The problem is I couldn't never call on you

But listen...

Ima write my wrongs inside my notes

Go in the booth and I spill it

I need 100 mil to chill

Till then I'm fiending for digits

I need you

And she like me too

I don't want no reason to leave you

She just wanna use me the lengths I go to please you

And I been grinding ain't got no time to see u

I fall back, call me thru the night and I don't call back

I'm on that

All day and all night I'm smoking zaza back on that

They a never understand me

I learned to shut up I can't speak

Anything I say them folks a use that shit against me

They bring up my past and try to hold that shit against me

But I ain't going oh no

And I been growing fasho sho

Mike call me asked " Am I lifted?" you already know bro

Everyday I'm getting up getting to it I'm gifted

You already know bro

And I got feelings too, yea

But I can't show it though

I'm just a turnt young nigga I'm stacking my cheese

Making sure it's growing though

I gotta move with my blick know a nigga wanna kill me

Used to be my homie though

I done hit a opp nigga bitch a nigga hit my bitch you can keep her

I don't know the hoe

I was gettin money way before this rap shit

Lover boy niggas like romeo

Never let a hoe stop the flow of the racks bitch

Get to the bread be all I know

And I got real life shit to deal with

These lil niggas be stuck in the crib

And when I write my wrongs you feel it I just tell it how it is

I get green no fucking collard, eating good I need a bib

If it's beef then send a hollow I don't care bout what you did

With lil zay we eating lobster was nothing but noodles inna crib

Now my belt say BB Simons ran it up fasho I did

Even if I ain't get no backend thankful for every show I did

And they hate the way I'm snappin, inna stu this where I live

This the one place I relax get fried as hell and make some hits

Keep my pole I can't be lacking crazy how fast shit could get real

On the phone with my cuz we choppin it up we keepin that shit real

On the phone with my blood, bitch that be Money Mike this shit for real

Sit back and smoke the best with Zay think bout my life and how I feel

Self reflect that shit turn losses into lessons, into blessings

Keep my G-L-O-C-K they kick his door no Smith's or Wesson's

I'm like 135 I ain't tryna wrestle get a weapon

I got too much ahead of me to cuff you would be to settle

I ain't settling

And I got feelings too, yea

But I can't show it though

I'm just a turnt young nigga I'm stacking my cheese

Making sure it's growing though

I gotta move with my blick know a nigga wanna kill me

Used to be my homie though

I done hit a opp nigga bitch a nigga hit my bitch you can keep her

I don't know the hoe

I was getting money way before this rap shit

Lover boy niggas like Romeo

Never let a hoe stop the flow of the racks bitch

Get to the bread be all I know

And I got real life shit to deal with

These lil niggas be stuck in the crib

And when I write my wrongs you feel it I just tell it how it is