Tell Me If I'm Wrong

Ever since I could remember, this is the way I wanted to live my life Tell me if I'm wrong for cussin bitches in my songs For puttin chronic in my bong and drinkin 40's on the lawn That's what it is My whole thing is putting all these tricks in line I always speak whats on my mind So they don't try to punk my kind yea Let me get to coastin on the beat while I'm breathin Cuz I know they waitin for me in the street, if I see em I'm a live em where I seen em last Pump Pump then it's over live em in the past Locally I'm deep like the bass Roman number five to the muthafuckin Ace Posted up in the place In a blue suit feelin like I'm bulletproof Puffin on a blunt blunt swigging on a deuce deuce On the dresser got a bottle of gin, an empty glass A lighter and a blunt and tray for the ash A loaded shotgun and a pistol on the bed I'm an enemy to many so many enemies dead Many have said to me they love me but I know they envy me Jockin me, knowing me like a celebrity The lights are off in the dome Nobodys home, carry on if you want to live long Look at my portrayal, there's no pity for a thug A victim to my drug Ambition in my blood A child with no wishes and no dreams Just a bunch of screams Looking for a crack of light in something that I don't believe I'm 22 and I'm in crisis, mind is stressin Take a look around the hood and all I see is depression So I put a bullet in your chest wow Do you really think you're blessed now You can either be the bulllets or the gun The master or the slave The hustler or the punk I hustle, I live to survive You don't you'll live and you'll die Smells like flowers in my neighborhood, cuz the cemetaries right next door I don't want to end up shooting my self in the dome, so I leave all the bullshit all alone Tell me if I'm wrong for cussin bitches in my songs For puttin chronic in my bong and drinkin 40's on the lawn That's what it is My whole thing is putting all these tricks in line I always speak whats on my mind So they don't try to punk my kind yea I'm comin through and I'm player born So nobody move til the players gone Players live long, enough to see the broke get fixed Live long poor, die when I'm rich Bury me with a golden cane and nickel size diamond on my pinky ring Let me floss in the after life, cuz I was broke in the hood Never had nothing it's all good I'm not mad, I'm just glad that I passed away Fucked a freak bitch In a freaky way I Beat down all my fake homies cuz they pretend to be Try to get close took it easy on my enemies Cuz all the jealousy only made me flyer Bouncin in the ride while I'm flattening the tires Lookin good lotta love from my fans and friends Apprehend me some happy endings I love money man, I love women too. I'm all tipsy drinkin liquor in the swimming pool And I'm a skinny dude but bitches like that Sweet talkin muthafuckas til I got it like that What's game? it's experience Thinking with the mind, speakin with the tongue Keepin it mysterious It's a world full of hoes, but pimps got names Stay on top playas recognize games So I'm playin as the long as the sunshine Only live once so I'm only living one time Down like brown, closer than bros In the city streets like the muthafuckin po's Playin hardball like some muthafuckin pros Makin bustas give it up like some muthafuckin hos When these other muthafuckas start sellin out I'll be bailin out the liquor store, help me out Tell me if I'm wrong for cussin bitches in my songs For puttin chronic in my bong and drinkin 40's on the lawn That's what it is My whole thing is putting all these tricks in line I always speak whats on my mind So they don't try to punk my kind yea Tell me if I'm wrong Tell me if I'm wrong Tell me if I'm wrong I really wanna know Tell me if I'm wrong Tell me if I'm wrong Tell me if I'm wrong It don't matter tho Tell me if I'm wrong Tell me if I'm wrong Tell me if I'm wrong But I don't give a fuck Tell me if I'm wrong Tell me if I'm wrong This the Suspekt Song But I don't give a