Devin Write Wrong Lyrics

Write Wrong Lyrics

(I think I'm ready, man



I'm ready to rap)



Nigga, you just talkin shit, man



I don't wanna hear that shit



(Hey, I'm ready, man)



Man, you been sayin that shit



(I'm ready to put it down)



Yeah, yeah...



(Show you that I'm down)



Ha-ha, alright, alright



We'll see, man



This ain't no game, though







[ VERSE 1 ]



Here, smoke some of this weed, so you can feel fine



And you just might need a drink, you gotta think of a rhyme



We can make the beat slow, so you can speed up the flow



With some cool pimp shit about some weed or some hoes



Or supposed you do a song that you can jam with foreign dancers



Or some growin-up-hard shit with slim to none chances



Maybe a familiar tune people already heard



Let's call Morris, see how much he want for a bird



Or fuck it, fuck it, let's strictly go pop



Do anything for the women while mis-representin your block



You can be famous in public with the right music and subject



You can make millions, nigga, if you just make that million love it



Imagine, you havin world tours, gettin paid



Hoes throwin panties on the stage, gettin laid



You don't have a Benz, but if you get on the mic and spit it



You will have enough to get it, whatever you do, I'm with it







[ CHORUS ]



	All you gots to do is (write)



	Share your problems with the world, tell the story of your life



	All you gots to do is (write)



	And they'll be right by your side, everything gon' be tight







	But when you're wrong, muthafuckas gonna talk about ya



	When you're wrong, muthafuckas gonna criticise ya



	When you're wrong, muthafuckas gonna talk about ya



	When you're wrong...



	



	(Some tell you it's a art, some tell you it's a shame)







[ VERSE 2 ]



Now just be real with what you say and put some feelin up in it



And since everybody's dyin, put some killin up in it



I be right here by your side smokin kill until you're finished



And if you get writer's block, then nigga, chill for a minute



And hold up, okay, I got a tight idea



Just rap like you mad, the baddest muthafucka out here



Then bitches will respect ya, niggas might try to check ya



Nuts, money didn't getcha while them laws steady fetch ya



But think about it - you got it? Then write it down



Try your best to remember, don't worry now on how it sounds



It's gonna be cool, and if you gonna keep rappin, it's on



Just sacrifice your life and leave your problems at home



Now there's a million muthafuckas like yourself think they deserve it



If they get it before they do, they got to get they hands dirty



So just study these lines and make sure you don't forget it



Get on the mic and spit it, whatever you do, I'm with it







[ CHORUS ]







[ VERSE 3 ]



Now the world is your arena, and the panel of judges



Made up of pimps, players, sneaky bitches, con-men and hustlers



I don't know why, but to qualify you must become one of these



Make somethin happen with either rappin or sellin some cheese



What, you're scared? Nigga, shit, this ain't the game to be in



If you can't do for you and yours, then how you think you gon' win?



Now where your niggas at? Get em together, then flip



Now where them bitches at? Buy em whatever to sip



But see, you can't get player points taken away, so come real



Disregard people's emotions, give a fuck how one feels



And you can witness other brothers walkin in the same path



Wishin for champagne, caviar, and bubble bath



You see, ah, that's the life that I lead



And if you wanna follow a model, sit right by me



And I can pass you some weed, you fry it up, but let me hit it



But get on the mic and spit it, whatever you do, I'm with it







[ CHORUS ]