Dead Wrong

You play the victim every time but bitch you  dead wrong 
You go Kyrie wit these hittas hit the double cross 
Playing games wit all the minds you Eva come across 
You see I’m sauced up 
This ainn our love 
Never seen me bossed up
Lil bitch you starstruck 
You fuckin wit a dead man 
I’m the red man 
The master n the weapon 
Taurus 9s n chops yea the ak47
I can’t elevate no h-o-e
Fuck the l-o-v-e for a f-e-e 
Used to love this bitch to death, she started failing me 
This bitch hear me like she deaf til I send threats to leave 
I spell it out for you this bitch too t-o-x-I-c 
That not what I need 
Turn the N to S n get a bitch to grow my seed 
While Appreciative for the shit d-I-d 
Fuck comparing what them hittas do girl you have the clues that he ainn me 
Don’t give me no reason to be a demon
Shawty like me— I swim in that pussy Ima seaman
Fuck what they sayin— these hoes keep Switchin it up like seasons 
Ahh— ahh 
These people ainn shii this bitch ainn either (nah) 
Haa I did the shii first you a repeater 
I dig in that hoe all week n you still beggin just to see her 
10 of 10 I been the type of jit to Max the meter
10 of 10 a hunnit percent for hoes I fuck Inna beater 
Ha— ha 
 These youngins so mad I knew they ainn like me 
Shid is okay tho 
U know fuckin wit me is so unlikely 
I take Dey wifey 
N kill dat pussy you can’t even ID 
Shii might need IV
I drained the juice Ouu I’m so shiesty
Ah— ah
Seem like the only one know what I’m doing 
So self conscious I’m the only one I’ve been pursuing 
I’m don dada how I’m moving I should be yo father 
They like prove it but you useless I’m too busy improving 
Collecting profits like a church no God don’t overdo it 
Higher knowledge fuck da college how tf do I school ‘em 
Hittas got guns but stay wit 12 like Ja they ainn my rula 
On my belt I rock two letters no dis ainn Medusa 
I’m in this rabbit hole so deep I think I need a scuba 
You so far from the truth you can’t reach if you had a scoota 
This bitch so anxious had a sit down n she called me Buddha 
Life Goes On I might just fake my death n go to Cuba 
What you onnn? 
I’m that youngin, ainn that stupid to say a killa I’m still young 
Uh— no I ain’t dumb 
Starting five I been the one 
4SA I wouldn’t play say all my brothers keep a gun 
Uh
Shit you stupid? 
Shit rhetorical I see by the way you moving
Tried to knock me off balance I’m too rooted 
When I dream I’m in control so my life is lucid 
It don’t matter what I’m doing G-O-D inside my music 
I’m aligned wit God so I could see through him 
Workin my way out the matrix while you work to be included 
My thoughts just too inclusive they like how tf you do it? 
I’m jus computing 
Really I let it come to me 
I vibe wit true shit 

Love making music. Pimp music. Guitar. RNB. Hip-Hop. Male and female vocals.  Dreamy,Chill,Romantic,Hype