What's wrong, what's right
Prolonging the fight
I've been in my own head
It's life
I've tried to find what makes it mine
My style, my life
It's wrong, ain't right
What's wrong, what's right
Prolonging the fight
I've been in my own head
It's life
I've tried to find what makes it mine
My style, my life
It's wrong, ain't right
I been out here since the darkest days
Writing my shit so they go away
The thoughts they say, no force, no play
When I'm all alone I hear them say
They say to me, yo let it be
What's the point they-they'll never see
The effort, the struggle, the pressure stay humble
One day you'll win just let em see
Stay on your grind you'll take it farther
As life goes it does get harder
But what's the point of the easy route
These things they happens it's easy now
All these rappers have it easy now
Me include I'm easy now
Auto tuned rap damn it's easy now
No beats just trap it's cheesy now
Billy making beats Bobby making tweets
Young Sinatra 4 all I be selling seats
I never miss a beat, yeah
Spitting straight fire some say it's heat
I kill kill kill no responsibility
Click click click the roof is feeling it
Chief say ceiling I say floor.
Don't come kneeling, knock my door
Everybody else in the rap game still lame
Young Sinatra four is rap main same game
I been spitting fax, no I ain't no dax
Spitting on this track no I ain't no dax
But I been at my max
Put my heart on this track
It's hard on the track
So I gotta go back
To the ceiling
Nah man it ain't no flaw
I'm breathing
Just so that this track has more
What's wrong, what's right
Prolonging the fight
I've been in my own head
It's life
I've tried to find what makes it mine
My style, my life
It's wrong, ain't right
What's wrong, what's right
Prolonging the fight
I've been in my own head
It's life
I've tried to find what makes it mine
My style, my life
It's wrong, ain't right
What's wrong, what's right
Prolonging the fight
I've been in my own head
It's life
I've tried to find what makes it mine
My style, my life
It's wrong, ain't right
What's wrong, what's right
What's wrong, what's right
What's wrong, what's right
What's wrong, what's right
What's wrong, what's right
What's wrong, what's right
My style, my life
It's wrong, ain't right
Wil. - Whatswrongwhatsright (feat. Sh65 & Cmckezza) Lyrics
Wil. - Whatswrongwhatsright (feat. Sh65 & Cmckezza) Lyrics
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What's wrong, what's right
Prolonging the fight
I've been in my own head
It's life
I've tried to find what makes it mine
My style, my life
It's wrong, ain't right
What's wrong, what's right
Prolonging the fight
I've been in my own head
It's life
I've tried to find what makes it mine
My style, my life
It's wrong, ain't right
I been out here since the darkest days
Writing my shit so they go away
The thoughts they say, no force, no play
When I'm all alone I hear them say
They say to me, yo let it be
What's the point they-they'll never see
The effort, the struggle, the pressure stay humble
One day you'll win just let em see
Stay on your grind you'll take it farther
As life goes it does get harder
But what's the point of the easy route
These things they happens it's easy now
All these rappers have it easy now
Me include I'm easy now
Auto tuned rap damn it's easy now
No beats just trap it's cheesy now
Billy making beats Bobby making tweets
Young Sinatra 4 all I be selling seats
I never miss a beat, yeah
Spitting straight fire some say it's heat
I kill kill kill no responsibility
Click click click the roof is feeling it
Chief say ceiling I say floor.
Don't come kneeling, knock my door
Everybody else in the rap game still lame
Young Sinatra four is rap main same game
I been spitting fax, no I ain't no dax
Spitting on this track no I ain't no dax
But I been at my max
Put my heart on this track
It's hard on the track
So I gotta go back
To the ceiling
Nah man it ain't no flaw
I'm breathing
Just so that this track has more
What's wrong, what's right
Prolonging the fight
I've been in my own head
It's life
I've tried to find what makes it mine
My style, my life
It's wrong, ain't right
What's wrong, what's right
Prolonging the fight
I've been in my own head
It's life
I've tried to find what makes it mine
My style, my life
It's wrong, ain't right
What's wrong, what's right
Prolonging the fight
I've been in my own head
It's life
I've tried to find what makes it mine
My style, my life
It's wrong, ain't right
What's wrong, what's right
What's wrong, what's right
What's wrong, what's right
What's wrong, what's right
What's wrong, what's right
What's wrong, what's right
My style, my life
It's wrong, ain't right
Prolonging the fight
I've been in my own head
It's life
I've tried to find what makes it mine
My style, my life
It's wrong, ain't right
What's wrong, what's right
Prolonging the fight
I've been in my own head
It's life
I've tried to find what makes it mine
My style, my life
It's wrong, ain't right
I been out here since the darkest days
Writing my shit so they go away
The thoughts they say, no force, no play
When I'm all alone I hear them say
They say to me, yo let it be
What's the point they-they'll never see
The effort, the struggle, the pressure stay humble
One day you'll win just let em see
Stay on your grind you'll take it farther
As life goes it does get harder
But what's the point of the easy route
These things they happens it's easy now
All these rappers have it easy now
Me include I'm easy now
Auto tuned rap damn it's easy now
No beats just trap it's cheesy now
Billy making beats Bobby making tweets
Young Sinatra 4 all I be selling seats
I never miss a beat, yeah
Spitting straight fire some say it's heat
I kill kill kill no responsibility
Click click click the roof is feeling it
Chief say ceiling I say floor.
Don't come kneeling, knock my door
Everybody else in the rap game still lame
Young Sinatra four is rap main same game
I been spitting fax, no I ain't no dax
Spitting on this track no I ain't no dax
But I been at my max
Put my heart on this track
It's hard on the track
So I gotta go back
To the ceiling
Nah man it ain't no flaw
I'm breathing
Just so that this track has more
What's wrong, what's right
Prolonging the fight
I've been in my own head
It's life
I've tried to find what makes it mine
My style, my life
It's wrong, ain't right
What's wrong, what's right
Prolonging the fight
I've been in my own head
It's life
I've tried to find what makes it mine
My style, my life
It's wrong, ain't right
What's wrong, what's right
Prolonging the fight
I've been in my own head
It's life
I've tried to find what makes it mine
My style, my life
It's wrong, ain't right
What's wrong, what's right
What's wrong, what's right
What's wrong, what's right
What's wrong, what's right
What's wrong, what's right
What's wrong, what's right
My style, my life
It's wrong, ain't right
Writer: wil
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid