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Wat's Wrong
Isaiah Rashad Lyrics


Cut my hair and bump my head and fell on top
And run on sins, on friend on friend
If we don't win then pay your ties and mend your fins
And we alright, the ko kins on big o' rims
And la hoes, if that ain't rolled up, I ain't go
I ain't home, I ain't them, I ain't them
No more ends and no more trends
And photo tint and photo lens, notice this
Pour this shit, bonafide, woe is me
Bowl of grease, naked pimp, beamin' up, clean as fuck
Other side chill for niggas, makin' life look clear for niggas
Hill for niggas, tip top cliff for niggas, this the vision side to side
So give the nigga, if we honest you gon' miss a nigga
Twisted with 'em, the isms
See your bitch might kiss a nigga, which nigga? Get specific
Big ass pot, wrist is glistened, your list is shit
And your if, it isn't, let's call some titties and scar your face
The robe of wrongs has caught a case
Niggas they mob like cartise from far away
All my niggas like "calm down"
Lovin' life above a reason, just can't find it like a dozen people
Catch that vibe at night, and bobby whitney
Get too tired to write and died in prison
Felt like rob tonight, whose my god tonight?

Oh sometimes I get so ahead of myself
Feel like I'm runnin' in circles
Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my belt
I need smoke just to exhale
Oh and I get so ahead of myself
But I'll make it out somehow
So roll another, roll another one
And put it all in the air now

How many souls do you touch a day?
How many hoes do you fuck a day?
How many flows do your thought convey?
How many know you can't walk away?
Depending on the way I feel, I might kill everybody around me
Might heal everybody around me, how the wind blow
Open your window, at the debris and never let me in
I kick back with kick though
Maybe if I could live honey, would that be real?
Pay me if I'mma be rhymin' these homonyms
Crazy my others, yeah, wait 'til my momma knew
My daddy said a mercedes had haunted him
But I ain't got one, I'm ridin' shotgun
With a three-piece chicken dinner and shot gun
I bring your weekend to an end and pop one
I'm in the deep end, boss nigga you not one
And I believe in kool-aid and god's son
Do you believe that black man is our son?
I made enough residuals to hide some
I gave enough, my niggas know I divide some
I told zay, I'm the best rapper since twenty five
Been like that for a while now, I'm twenty-nine
Any nigga that disagree is a fuckin' liar
Pardon me, see my alter ego was gemini
He and I been around ever since reagen was criticized
Might stay in the trump tower for one week
Spray paint all the walls and smoke weed
Fuck them and fuck y'all and fuck me
I proceed my last check in proceeds
To all the kids, the hood, the bricks, the books
To fix the blocks we on to right my wrongs
The word, to give the life we live as I get

So ahead of myself
Feel like I'm runnin' in circles
Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my belt
I need smoke just to exhale
Oh and I get so ahead of myself
But I'll make it out somehow
So roll another, roll another one
And put it all in the air now

Oh you got two xannies, oh, just don't forget me
Love me for the moment (all in the air now) hug me like a sibling
We ain't that important, vice cops in the kitchen
Grew with apollonia (all in the air now) rob was makin' chicken
Beat me down, you beat me down, reorganize my face
Now when I go home, I don't know what my fam gon' say
They say it ain't love cause you bought flowers yesterday
Thoughts was always cheap, cheap, cheap
But now let's talk 'bout me, me, me, me, me
Lately I been comin', this ain't goin' how I wanted
When I pull up at your window, bitch come out, you hear that beep, beep, beep
Faithful as your ebt, closer than you momma can
Anger when you rang up, I'm a dog but I'm gon' crawl again
Freak me out, keep me out, why they always dream me out
Niggas that been hatin' just can't wait to have my cd now
Don't we look like cp and nirvana on that kiwi pound?
Please be down, I been more than late

Oh sometimes I get so ahead of myself
Feel like I'm runnin' in circles
Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my belt
I need smoke just to exhale
Oh and I get so ahead of myself
But I'll make it out somehow
So roll another, roll another one
And put it all in the air now
All in the air now

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Isaiah McClain, Desmond Sanders, Al B. Smoov, Kendrick Duckworth

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Michael Aguilar

Damn near 2019 and this song’s still slept on? Guess this is a gem for the real ones.

The StaSZeK

lmao same but i discovered it about 1-2months ago

Xd_Komikazie Xd_Komikazie

@Naija Rasta fr fr this song deserves high 30-40 million views it fed deserves ut

Davyy Jones

2020*

OsmosisG

2020 still True...

Captain Yasopp

This one and park and stuck in the mud are very special to me some of the greatest music ever made.

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Boogie Black

Damn kendrick, what this beat ever do to you?

Jashae

FACTS 😭

Pablo Calderon

no mercy!

Bella Flame

Ok! He showed no quarter😂😂😂

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