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Dead Wrong

 

Dead Wrong


(Benjamin and Pil)

Sorry if you feel like I was dead wrong
I'm just tryna keep my head on, ayy
Know we made it through the bad zone
I don't wanna hear no sad songs
Sorry if the shit I say is dead wrong
It's the part that we ain't plan on, ayy
Ain't a lap, bitch, this a marathon
But I ain't gon' be playing fair long

Came into this shit without no big homie (Woo)
Watch 'em disappear, they couldn't bet on me
Made it to the top, but shit was real lonely
Ain't nobody show us nothing, engine still roaring
Where the pressure? I don't stress it, never see me folding
Busting down the zaza, I gotta keep it rolling
Yeah, twisting up, but the bitch straight
We already made a million of a mixtape
World touring, label asking how we doing this
Never had no handouts, had to prove this shit
Yeah, I made a couple moves I wouldn't do again
Please forgive me for my foolishness, still new to this

Sorry if you feel like I was dead wrong
I'm just tryna keep my head on, ayy
Know we made it through the bad zone
I don't wanna hear no sad songs
Sorry if the shit I say is dead wrong
It's the part that we ain't plan on, ayy
Ain't a lap, bitch, this a marathon
But I ain't gon' be playing fair long

Get that shit by any means, yeah
Got a family and some kids to feed
On the way, I ain't mean to make no enemies
You ain't gotta say it, I can feel your energy, ayy
Interviews, playing politics, I'm tired of this
Tried to put me on the shelf like some condiments
I just got up off the phone with my bottom bitch
Told that nigga let it go and keep it bottled in
Niggas act like they don't know, but that's a big bluff
Watch 'em come right back around like they missed us
I ain't tripping, knew this shit was just a hiccup
Now the clip fully loaded, got this shit tucked

Sorry if you feel like I was dead wrong
I'm just tryna keep my head on, ayy
Know we made it through the bad zone
I don't wanna hear no sad songs
Sorry if the shit I say is dead wrong
It's the part that we ain't plan on, ayy
Ain't a lap, bitch, this a marathon
But I ain't gon' be playing fair long

done

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