Wat's Wrong

English translation

Cut my hair and burn my head and fell off top and run on sins and friend on friend and we don't win and pay your taxes and mend your fence and we all riding KOs, and big old rims and LA homes if that ain't rogue.

I ain't go, I ain't home, I ain't them, I ain't them. No more ends and no more trends and four door tint and photo lens.

Notice this, potent shit, bonafide, woah it's me, bowl of grits, naked pimp, beaming up, clean as fuck.

Other side, chill for niggas, making life look clear for niggas, here for niggas, tip top cliff a nigga.

This the business, side to side, some gifted niggas.

If we honest you gon' miss a nigga, twisted with him, this the ism. See your bitch might kiss a nigga, with your nigga, get specific.

Big ass pot, wrist is glistening, your list is shitty, yo if it isn't this cost some titties. And scar your face, the wrong of wrongs has caught a case.

All of my niggas then mob like Carter safe. From far away all my niggas like pump them.

Living life above a reason, just can't find it like a dozen people. Catch that vibe at night and

Bobby Whitley get too tired to write and die in prison, felt like Rob tonight.

Lost my god tonight, yeah.

Oh, sometimes I get so ahead of myself.

Feel like I'm running in circles.

Oh, and I'm just holding onto my breath.

I need some oxygen.

Oh, and I get so ahead of myself.

But I work it out somehow.

So roll another one up. Roll another one up. And put it all in the air.

How many souls do you touch a day? How many holes do you fuck a day?

How many flows do your thug 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, let the debris in, never let me in. I kick back with Kiddo. Maybe if I could live honey, yeah that'd be real.

Heavy if I'ma be rhyming these, I'm a nil.

Crazy my others your with them my mom and them. My daddy said a Mercedes ain't haunting him.

But I ain't got one, I ride shotgun, with a three-piece chicken dinner and shot gun.

I bring your weekend to an ending in part one. I'm on the deep end boss nigga you're not one.

And I believe in Kool-Aid and God, son. Do you believe the Black man is our son?

I made enough residuals to hide some. I gave enough but 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 fucking lie. Pardon me, see my alter ego a

Gemini, him and I been around ever since Reagan would criticize. 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, the fix, the blocks we own, to right my wrong, the -word, the give, the life I live as I get- -So ahead of myself.

Feel like I'm running in circles. Oh, and I'm just holding onto my breath.

I need some oxygen.

Oh, and I get so ahead of myself.

But I work it out somehow. So roll another one up.

Roll another one up. And put it all in the air.

Ooh, you got two Dennis. Ooh, just don't forget me. Love me for the moment.

Hug me like your sibling. We ain't that important. Vice cops in the kitchen.

Grew with Apollonia. Rod was making 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.

Say, say it ain't love 'cause you bought flowers just today.

Thoughts was always chi, chi, chi, but now let's talk about me, me, me.

Lately I've been gomin', this ain't going how I want it.

When I pull up at your window, bitch come out, you hear that beep, beep, beep. Pay for less your EBT.

Closer than your mama can.

Anger when you ring up, I'm a dog, but I'm gon' call again. Freak me out, keep me out. Why they always leave me out?

Niggas that been hating just can't wait to have my CD now.

Told me look like CP and Navona on that keep me pound. Please be down. I've been more than late.

Oh, sometimes I get so ahead of myself.

Feel like I'm running in circles. Oh, and I'm just holding onto my breath.

I need some oxygen.

Oh, and I get so ahead of myself.

But I work it out somehow. So roll another one up.

Roll another one up. And put it all in the air.

All in the air.

Okay, let me tell you this story, man.

A few years ago,

I gave my pops a Sylvia, a Sylvia demo.

And my pops said, uh, he listened to it for about a week, came back to me, said, uh, said, "Dave boy, why?

Zay talking about he gonna run up in somebody house.

" "He, he, he talking about you? "