Wat's Wrong Lyrics - 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 fence 

And we alright, the Kaio Ken and big old 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 shit, bonafide, woe is me 

Bowl of grits, naked pimp, beamin' up, clean as fuck 

Other side chill for niggas, makin' life look clear for niggas 

Hill for niggas, tip top cliff for niggas, this the vision side to side 

So give the nigga, if we honest you gon' miss a nigga 

Twisted with 'em, this the isms 

See your bitch might kiss a nigga, which nigga? Get specific 

Big ass pot, wrist is glistened, your list is shit 

And your, if it isn't, let's call some titties and scar your face 

The robe of wrongs has caught a case 

Other niggas they Mobb like Carter say from far away 

All my niggas 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, lost my god tonight? 

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Oh sometimes I get so ahead of myself 

Feel like I'm runnin' in circles 

Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my breath 

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 

How many souls do you touch a day? 

How many hoes do you fuck 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 kill 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 that be real? 

Pay me if I'mma be rhymin' these homonyms 

Crazy, my other show went to my mom 'n' 'em 

My daddy said a Mercedes had haunted him 

But now he got one, I'm ridin' shotgun 

With a three-piece chicken dinner and shot gun 

I bring your weekend to an ending and pop one 

I'm in the deep end, boss nigga 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 niggas 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 nigga that disagree is a fuckin' 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 

Fuck them and fuck y'all and fuck 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... 

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...so ahead of myself 

Feel like I'm runnin' in circles 

Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my breath 

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 

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 makin' 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 

Lately I been comin', this ain't goin' how I wanted 

When I pull up at your window, bitch 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 

Niggas that been hatin' just can't wait to have my CD now 

Don't we look like CP and Nirvana on that keep me pound 

Please be down, I been more than late... 

Oh sometimes I get so ahead of myself 

Feel like I'm runnin' in circles 

Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my breath 

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 

Okay, I'mma tell you this story, man... A few years ago, I gave my pops, uh, Cilvia, Cilvia Demo and my pops said, uh... he listened to it for about a week, came back to me, said, uh... said, "Dang, boy, why... Zay talkin' 'bout he gon' run up in somebody house? He... he... he talkin' 'bout you?" 

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