Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Right Or Wrong , by - Lake. Release date: 17.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Right Or Wrong , by - Lake. Right Or Wrong |
| From what I see, the streets are closing in |
| Systems holding men |
| Captive, trapped in a holding pen |
| Controlling men |
| From what I see, the hustle goes on |
| Niggas with stress stay strong |
| A nigga gotta eat right or wrong |
| From what I see, the streets are closing in |
| Systems holding men |
| Captive, trapped in a holding pen |
| Controlling men |
| From what I see, the hustle goes on |
| Niggas with stress stay strong |
| A nigga gotta eat |
| Finally the gates cracked |
| Inhaled a fresh breeze that took me way back |
| To days of freedom, son we gave 'em seven even |
| Now a free man, prepared a steep plan to see grams |
| Without having to deal with lose grams and unmarked vans |
| Tell me your focus, it seems you like it when police provoke us |
| Lead to us grabbing toasters, shoot to kill when they approach us |
| Instantly tag us, no respect when they bag us |
| Throw us on the wall, feeling niggas up like they faggots |
| Hit you where it hurt, kick in ya door |
| You on the floor, they up ya wifey skirt lookin for raw |
| What is it for? |
| Just for doing dirt tryin to score |
| You broke the law, you just put in work |
| Son in one shot you lose it all |
| Nowadays I never lose sleep |
| Yo Lake, I thought you knew the game was too deep |
| Son the streets pray on niggas who sleep |
| Keep it up son and you’ll be fourty two in the pen |
| With consectutive tens waiting ya turn to do this again |
| From what I see, the streets are closing in |
| Systems holding men |
| Captive, trapped in a holding pen |
| Controlling men |
| From what I see, the hustle goes on |
| Niggas with stress stay strong |
| A nigga gotta eat right or wrong |
| From what I see, the streets are closing in |
| Systems holding men |
| Captive, trapped in a holding pen |
| Controlling men |
| From what I see, the hustle goes on |
| Niggas with stress stay strong |
| A nigga gotta eat |
| Hold up dun you buggin cuz, all of the sudden |
| Now you acting like these niggas don’t owe me nothin |
| You frontin, no you changed nigga, you ain’t the same nigga |
| At all, what up Blitz, huh? |
| You afraid nigga? |
| My word I hate niggas, like you |
| Who do a bid then come home and go back to school |
| Thats weak, I’m gon' hustle to eat 'til I die |
| I don’t give a fuck about writing no rhymes |
| Cuz I grind for mines, got a bubble Benz from it |
| Ya’ll thug niggas thats trying to rap ain’t got nothin |
| You playin yourself trying jump on the stage |
| With ya young ass gear, damn near twenty eight |
| Just face it, its too late you missed ya shot |
| So forget about Blitz turn back to poppin |
| Come hit the block and puts it down |
| Thats word to spit I ain’t feelin you right now |
| Fuck you nigga, I’m writing rhymes |
| I’m choppin dimes |
| Shit, I’m layin low |
| I’m tryin shine, nigga fuck rap |
| Nah, nigga fuck crime |
| I know I ain’t wrong |
| Nigga, you know you ain’t right |
| I’m writing rhymes |
| Nigga, I’m choppin dimes |
| Shit, I’m layin low |
| I’m tryin shine, nigga fuck rap |
| Nah, nigga fuck crime |
| I know I ain’t wrong |
| Shit, you know you ain’t right |
| My hand to Black Ed, the life of crime and slingin crack’s dead |
| For me, its either music or clap feds |
| I see it in your eyes you ain’t changed duke, you ain’t learned shit |
| Still flippin, runnin with young G’s ready to burn clips |
| You fucking right, cuz I missed a lot |
| I was nineteen when they knocked me pop |
| And you expect me to not sling? |
| Seeing all these bitch niggas frontin |
| Knowin they ain’t been threw it or did nothin |
| I see your vision, but still can’t understand how you livin |
| As if you never took a journey from prison, open your eyes |
| They are, and for you I see nothin happened |
| You rappin to yourself still walking from Queens Plaza |
| (Lake) |
| Yeah but I’m still me, nigga still G |
| And while, you behind the wall I’ll be still free |
| You wilin' on these streets son (I don’t care) |
| I see you headed back up north (But you ain’t headed no where) |
| When you trapped between right or wrong |
| Do you fold or move right along? |
| Make a decision quick, shit is thick |
| When you trapped between right or wrong |
| Do you fold or move right along? |
| Make a decision quick, shit is thick |
| When you trapped between right or wrong |
| Do you fold or move right along? |
| Make a decision quick, shit is thick |
| When you trapped between right or wrong |
| Do you fold or move right along? |
| Make a decision quick, shit is thick |
| When you trapped between right or wrong |
| Do you fold or move right along? |
| Make a decision quick, shit is thick |
| When you trapped between right or wrong |
| Do you fold or move right along? |
| Make a decision quick, shit is thick |
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