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Wrong One (Feat. Wordsworth)

"Don't get me wrong"

"Yo, don't get me wrong"

"After this you're good as gone"What up? I ain't got no pity for y'all

No mercy, misery was spitting these bars

If you caught a jaw for being as stupid as you lyrically are

Most of the crime in the city be solved

Busy I get it, street smart, gritty and witty

EMC click, hit every city as if

The bigger I get, not physically but mentally fit

My ego gotta be shipped just to go on trips

I'm easily likable once you see what I can do

Talk about me like Jesus in Bible school

You trash, your LP and EPs recyclable

You albums should be burnt to a CD-Rewritable

Why would you think of approaching Words

I know you heard, seen in stores, so control the urge

In my own lane causing other roads to merge

Hear the [?], clear the way when the chauffer turns

I'm ready at all times (all times)

So if you want yours come and get mine

All y'all get in line

No fear over here, I'm aware of you

I'm not scared of you, nah

I'm prepared for you

From the streets to the stage

You picked the wrong one

Tryna get you a name

You picked the wrong one

Must have made a mistake

You picked the wrong one

You had the right idea

But you picked the wrong one

I go on tour and my whole squad comes

We go places so far we send postcards from

This is just my beginning so I know y'all done

I'mma flood the whole scene till the Coast Guard come

Don't y'all run, trying to escape is pointless

My boys is everywhere that light and noise is

So come out the dark from hiding

I see you, my psychic count carats, that mark a diamond

I'm climbing the charts, you slidin'

My promo van scares y'all like the narc's inside it

Brain ain't strong without a heart providin'

Your boats inside of where sharks residing

Don't seem sensible, ain't got a hint or clue

Since you intentionally dispensed what I meant to do

Interviews askin' who do I listen to

No one but me, who you came to seeDon't get me wrong, my history is centuries long

So don't try to off me just to get you on

No sign up or filling out an entry form

What you envy will wind up eventually pawned

Smooth jazz, paycheck, rip it's gone

Whatever asphalt, grass, or cement we on

At any event performed

Done before the fans even walked through the door

To have their tickets torn

You picked the wrong one, wrong time, wrong person

Wrong window, wrong door, wrong curtain

Flip how I spit every song, no cursin'

DJs think they're playing the wrong version

So get it correct, 'cause it the wrong tree you're barking up

Turn that tree into your coffin like a carpenter

Keep your mouth shut, voice preserve

When I talk it's never the wrong choice of words

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