Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Right Or Wrong, artist - Lake.
Date of issue: 17.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |