My Wrongs Lyrics

Fuck a label or a record deal let the weapon spill

If you blood where ya bloods when you needed health and heal

You my brother not the same father but the same mother

And that mean something to me you a team member to me

When war break action hitting harder than climax

And when it came to me you was ready for combat

This is not statistical homie but this is ritual

Understand I mean it when I tell you that I'm meant for you

Mama always worry and she always in a hurry

Cause she scared that she gone get a call that her son is buried

Times when I was young my brother fightin' with the jury

And I ain't know what's going on so who could really trust me

Arrested for some work the homies packaged down in PA

Niggas couldn't make it lawyer laughing with the DA

Momma holdin' on but now she struggling for these days

Family all I got I'm finding happiness where we stay

Things could be better I'm working hard for a plethora

Ima shinin' star I'm gone make it just check the records

I'm backboard breaking like Shaq caught hanging

Had a ball with a goal but now this rap is war shaking

S**t really hurt when you put ya dream aside

And you really wanna break but you gotta have the drive

Pain turns to the art and you could feel this from my soul

And everybody understands but only the lord knows

And I'm just tryna write my wrongs for things that I did

Pick myself up for all the times that I slid

Only Lord knows

And I'm just tryna write my wrongs for things that I did

Pick myself up for all the times that I slid

Only Lord knows

I mean I miss my mother birthday

Shit hit the fan when I missed my brother birthday, little sister birthday

Wasn't there for Easter and a couple other sundays

Sometimes I wish I never left up in the first place

Father I need you and I'm sad that I can't see you

But my dog know I love him and I'm hoping that we meet up

See me setting up the table glad to give my seat up

Damn the streets is cold but it's no better when it heat up

Head to the sky wipe them tears from eyes

Ima stone cold killa I'm just tryna own a Villa

Cross country bunch of cars the same color as vanilla

Jewelry store cop the gold and get my sisters sterling silver

Never sold crack ain't never had to sell drugs

The whole hood know my name and everybody show me love

Made a name for myself but I'm gone always be a victim

I been fighting all my life to make it safely out the system

And I'm just tryna write my wrongs for things that I did

Pick myself up for all the times that I slid

Only Lord knows

And I'm just tryna write my wrongs for things that I did

Pick myself up for all the times that I slid

Only Lord knows

Uh, and I'm just tryna write my wrongs

That's it