Isaiah Rashad - Wat’s Wrong lyrics

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Isaiah Rashad - Wat’s Wrong lyrics

(Intro) Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah (Verse 1 – Isaiah Rashad) Cut my hair and bump my head and fell on top And run on sins, and front on friends If we don’t win then pay your Tithes and mend your fins And we alright, the KO kins on big o rims And LA hoes, if that ain’t rolled up, I ain’t go I ain’t home, I ain’t them, I ain’t them No more ends and no more trends And photo tint and photo lens, notice this Pour this s**t, bonafide, woe is me Bowl of grease, naked pimp, beaming up, clean as f** Other side chill for ni**as, making life look clear for ni**as Hill for ni**as, tip top cliff for ni**as, this the vision side to side So give the ni**a, if we honest you gon miss a ni**a Twisted with em, this the isms See your bi**h might kiss a ni**a, which ni**? Get specific Big a** pot, wrist is glistened, your list is sh** And your if, it isn’t, let’s call some titties and scar your face The robe of wrongs has caught a case Ni**as they mob like Cartise from far away All my ni**as like “Calm down Lovin’- life above a reason, just can’t find it like a dozen people Catch that vibe at night, and Bobby Whitney Get too tired to write and died in prison Felt like Rob tonight, whose my god tonight? (Chorus Zacari) Oh sometimes I get so ahead of myself Feel like I’m running in circles Oh and I’m just holding onto my belt I need smoke just to exhale Oh and I get so ahead of myself But I’ll make it out somehow So roll another, roll another one And put it all in the air now (Verse 2 – Kendrick Lamar) How many souls do you touch a day? How many hoes do you f**k a day? How many flows do your thought convey? How many know you can’t walk away? Depending on the way I feel, I might k** everybody around me Might heal everybody around me, how the wind blow Open your window, at the debris and never let me in I kick back with kick though Maybe if I could live a hundred years would that be real? Pay me if Imma be rhyming these h*monyms Crazy my others, yeah, wait til my momma knew My daddy said a Mercedes had haunted him But now I got one, I’m riding shotgun With a three piece chicken dinner and shot gun I bring your weekend to an end and pop one I’m in the deep end, boss ni**a you not one And I believe in Kool-Aid and God’s son Do you believe that Black man is our son? I made enough residuals to hide some I gave enough, my ni**as know I divide some I told Zay, I’m the best rapper since twenty five Been like that for a while now, I’m twenty-nine Any ni**a that disagree is a f**king liar Pardon me, see my alter ego was Gemini He and I been around ever since Reagan was criticized Might stay in the Trump tower for one week Spray paint all the walls and smoke weed F**k them and f**k y’all and f**k me I proceed my last check in proceeds To all the kids, the hood, the bricks, the books To fix the blocks we on to right my wrongs The word, to give the life we live as I get… (Chorus – Zacari) So ahead of myself Feel like I’m running in circles Oh and I’m just holding onto my belt I need smoke just to exhale Oh and I get so ahead of myself But I’ll make it out somehow So roll another, roll another one And put it all in the air now (Verse 3 – Isaiah Rashad) Oh you got two Xannies, oh, just don’t forget me Love me for the moment, all in the air now, hug me like a sibling We ain’t that important, vice cops in the kitchen Grew with Apollonia, all in the air now, Rob was making chicken Beat me down, you beat me down, reorganize my face Now when I go home, I don’t know what my fam gon say They say it ain’t love cause you bought flowers yesterday Thoughts was always cheap, cheap, cheap But now let’s talk bout me, me, me, me, me Lately I been coming, this ain’t going how I wanted When I pull up at your window, bi**h come out, you hear that beep, beep, beep Faithful as your EBT, closer than you momma can Anger when you rang up, I’m a dog but I’m gon crawl again Freak me out, keep me out, why they always leave me out Ni**as that been hating just can’t wait to have my CD now Don’t we look like CP and Nirvana on that…pound? Please be down, I been more than late (Chorus – Zacari) Oh sometimes I get so ahead of myself Feel like I’m running in circles Oh and I’m just holding onto my belt I need smoke just to exhale Oh and I get so ahead of myself But I’ll make it out somehow So roll another, roll another one And put it all in the air now All in the air now

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