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letra de wrong - 7sinclair

[chorus]
they gon light me up to my soul
got me dealing with the foes
i guess not enough problems and i don’t need any more
police knocking on my door, i ain’t mean to break my phone, y’all just caught me off guard
tell me what is going on, i ain’t tryna bite the bone but i think y’all got it wrong
where the f-ck was y’all before?

[1st verse]
12 said they got a couple questons
“just calm down 7, just calm down”
i ain’t mean to draw all this attention
got my little bro and sis ’bout to bawl out
hope they use this sh-t as a lesson
that if you fall in, you better never fall out
those’ll be the first ones to get you
they don’t care ’bout all the things that you told ’em ’bout
even if they know you like them cells
they don’t care, they just think you need some help (help, help)
b-tch, you pushing me off of my shelf
now you shocked when i say “i’m tryna k!ll”
got me thinking that you must have signed a deal
but the devil sh-t was probably worth a mil’
i been through this sh-t since i was lil’
i’m surprised i ain’t never popped a pill
[chorus]
they gon light me up to my soul
got me dealing with the foes
i guess not enough problems and i don’t need any more
police knocking on my door, i ain’t mean to break my phone, y’all just caught me off guard
tell me what is going on, i ain’t tryna bite the bone but i think y’all got it wrong
where the f-ck was y’all before?

[2nd verse]
bestie tell ’em i’ve been tryna take my life
she might be right, now they treating me like mike
who the f-ck are y’all, to come at night?
speak to me like i needed your advice
i’m just living, i’m just out here tryna grind man
i’m just living, why the f-ck they say i’m lying?
b-tch, i’m livid i would even waste my time, man
he in his feelings ’cause i sold that boy my 9, yeah
i can’t let it slip, what i’m ’bout
i don’t leave no evidence, word of mouth
yeah i seen them talking sh-t, they love the clout
dissing on the internet, you a clown
acting like you heaven-sent, boy, sit down
all this talking ’bout my city, boy, this sh-t ain’t your town
take it p-ssy, he yo shooter? he ain’t shot not one round
who the f-ck you think you fooling? you ain’t really from the south
i’m going wild
[chorus]
they gon light me up to my soul
got me dealing with the foes
i guess not enough problems and i don’t need any more
police knocking on my door, i ain’t mean to break my phone, y’all just caught me off guard
tell me what is going on, i ain’t tryna bite the bone but i think y’all got it wrong
where the f-ck was y’all before?

- 7sinclair

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