Write or Wrong

Lyrics for Write or Wrong

Thank God for this microphone (this microphone) Plymouth Road, that's a sniper zone (sniper zone) Couldn't change me if I had a diaper on I'm correct whether right or wrong (uh, uh) In Detroit, we exploit niggas for snitchin' (we exploit niggas) We anoint niggas street cred, it's based on a point system And the joint stood tall like Benoit Benjamin (uh) Bought Ritalin for my white-chocolate and vanilla friends (yeah) Bucket hat like Gilligan, fuck cancer, stay away from carcinogens Move blow like ceilin' fans (like ceilin' fans) They used to lick the hand, then they bit the hand that fed 'em (that fed 'em) Hope I forget it, left 'em beheaded, I don't regret it (nah) Street-nigga etiquette and rhetoric, the evidence is evident Forever on some ghetto shit (yeah), listen Thank God for this microphone (this microphone) Plymouth Road, that's a sniper zone (sniper zone) Couldn't change me if I had a diaper on (yeah) I'm correct (correct) whether right or wrong (uh) The gringo that slang dope by the slope You was a don, now this con troll like remotes (listen) GPS say you goin' broke, loud sayin' wild things Watch your tone, loc (tone, loc) She wanna elope, I can't even propose a toast Where I'm from, they only raise glass to smoke (to smoke) Never done, soon we'll be makin' another run, Love Boat (listen) Coat had holes in it, you can see the pole in it Second to none, overdose like Colt Brennan (uh) We run out and replenish, it's a marathon, y'all sprintin' Life is but a Rolex, everybody time stop tickin' (uh, Bruiser) Thank God for this microphone (this microphone) Plymouth Road, that's a sniper zone (sniper zone) Couldn't change me if I had a diaper on (yeah) I'm correct whether right or wrong (uh, uh) I'm winnin', check the standings, paint pictures (paint pictures) Use the kitchen as my canvas This bitch don't know where her pants is (her pants is) B-boy stance in my Stan Smiths Excuse my thoughts, I'm just ramblin' Music in my head, I be jammin' (huh) You not him, you a stand-in (you a stand-in) Line after line, you can't scan it (you can't scan it) Eat beats like I'm famished (famished) It's feast or famine, triple beam balance Watch me stick the landin', hopeless romantic (yeah) Let her Spanish friend in, four hands and I'ma blow like a cannon Abandoned, abandoned by one of my parents Lyrics flow from my heart to my larynx (my larynx) I'm just tryna rest my dick between a pair of breasts White sticks like cigarettes, vacuum seals on my silhouette Smith & Wess' with specs for the disrespect Dirty money, gotta disinfect it Gettin' top at the top give you a different perspective Bruiser Thank God for this microphone (this microphone, yeah) Plymouth Road, that's a sniper zone (huh) Couldn't change me if I had a diaper on I'm correct (I'm correct) whether right or wrong (uh) Thank God for this microphone (this microphone) Plymouth Road, that's a sniper zone (ha) Couldn't change me if I had a diaper on (a diaper on) I'm correct (I'm correct) whether right or wrong (uh) Buzzy on Broadway Buzzy on Dope fiends runnin' The dope fiends runnin'