It ain't right, paint me white, paint me black
Just tryna maintain in this game of rap
Plain as that, aim your gat to the sky
Aim high if you in the same state of mind
It ain't right, fade to gray, fade to black
Just tryna get paid in this game of rap
Plain as that, aim your gat to the ceiling
Start screaming if you feeling what I'm feeling
Every morning I wake up, my eyes are stuck to the ceiling
The same gut feeling for the same * reason
It's a shame we get blamed cause we stuck to believing
With the rain came the pain and the trust started leaving
Now the aim's on our brains and the buck started creeping
C-I-A-D-E-A, cuff us up while we sleeping
Made my way here to stay rough, I suck for no reason
A tooth for a tooth, dust to dust when I'm leaving
It ain't right to do wrong, I had to write this song
About people that struggle but their minds ain't gone
To all the hustling mothers whose lives got torn
So if your soul loves the sun, mother stay strong
If you go by the gun
You got to be strong

You ain't alone for long
Put yourself in the arms of God, it's death calm
Cause if you ain't right, you got to be wrong
Rock on
Yo, it's a crazy world
I just got a son for my baby girl
But lately we been fighting, every day is pain to hurt
I never wanted it to die like this
All I ever wanted us to be is like Siamese twins
One heart from the jumpstart, we fell in love more
Now you want to turn around and fill your stomach at the snack bar
All you can drink, all you can smoke, all you can dream of
But you like Mary looking for real love
It ain't at the clubs, it ain't at the clubs
It ain't at the parties, it ain't smoking blunts
It ain't sitting with McCarty
It's where your family is, go in and handle your bids
But make sure you stay with your man and your kids
That's the essence of life
And all the stress with my ex-wife
Dead that bitch, I have a cuff seeing red lights
It ain't right, that's why I respect your decisions
The same type, like I respect my religion
It ain't right, pay me white, pay me black
Just trying to maintain in this game of rap
Playing is that, aim your gat to the sky
Aim high if you in the same state of mind
It ain't right, fade to gray, fade to black
Just trying to get paid in this game of rap
Playing is that, aim your gat to the ceiling
Start screaming if you feeling what I'm feeling
Good for you, but not good for me
Cause now good for me is goods for free
I got books to read, we got minds to reach
We got sign to speak, you got finders feet
Some's too blind to see, all too deaf to hear
I'm two steps ahead, rhyme two steps ahead
I testify, expect a lie, expect the truth
Accept my views, chicks I vexed a few
Exceptional, it ain't right to prejudge
And I'll let you know it ain't right


Ain't wrong to speak up and talk sense
Walk the difference, walk the distance
Start with listening, for now, * your positions
Cause this minute not dead to time limit
Freedom of speech, I can go on speaking
For weeks debating on street, debating in court
Making a point, except the grand jury wouldn't be playing this joint
Must be my zodiac sign to start thinking when I'm lonely at times
It's cold in my mind, but you think it's only a rhyme
There's always foes in the act and it's heartless
Waiting on top of the mountain to push you back into darkness
Blacker than Loch Ness, wrecking the losses
Mind weapons the sharpest, but I feel like smacking
Tarded, yo, they ain't tough or hard
But wanna handcuff the guards
See the sky, don't wanna just watch, wanna touch the stars
So I bust my bars, till the end of the tunnel
For now, it's only dreams of heaven ends by the bundles
It ain't right, it's like I'm running circles
And it's getting hurtful, I'm starting to take * personal
* what you all say, you caught me on the wrong day
I came a long way, prepared for a long stay
Most of the time, life is painful, it seems
Like I don't wanna wake up, but should be grateful for dreams
It ain't right, paint me white, paint me black
Just trying to maintain in this game of rap, plain as that
Aim your gat to the sky
Aim high if you in the same state of mind
It ain't right, fade to gray, fade to black
Just trying to get paid in this game of rap, plain as that
Aim your gat to the ceiling
Start screaming if you're feeling what I'm feeling
Ready, let them come on time, just start, you're soon done
Like a full-scale riot, I'm causing confusion
Never pausing, type of nigga to keep y'all applauded
Get too much, fly to Miami, ha, I'm bought in
Hold up, never fold up, bustin', I'm lovin' it
Y'all so-so, next man's flow, I'm on some other *
All rigid, now I'll be bar for bar
Leave you in the surgery, scarred with words in your arms
These soundboys dead, I'm ringing the lungs
Never heard of me, but * it, got the world in my palms
I'm just one from a million, charged to us
Make music so the niggas get to chillin'
All the *, mad, hectic, broken dialect, wedgie district
This whole fuckin' planet ain't right, don't get it twisted
You're black gifted, doubts to crack, they uplifted
Live good and do what's close to your heart, long as you wish it
Truthfully, ain't much right with G.O.D.
And now faggot-ass creepo got the sights on me
Because I don't kneel to play the role of a slave
And my peeps tasted
Death a mad generation, so
If I'm walkin', then you eye me down
Like you're on the list of G.O.D. in a census card
The fence is on, my short circus ends in the ground
If your life a circus nigga, then I ain't no clown
The industry frowns, I'll beat down some punks who flex
And yo, after five months, still tastin' the best
The first to test, and usually the last man standing
But snitch, like a bitch to get the upper hand quick
You don't wanna see me stingin' these hymns
But instead, you really like to see me swingin' from limbs
A tarred effeminate, scarred by whips, a hard 11
On ships, placed in the dark, we starve together
It ain't right
Paint me white, paint me black
Just tryna maintain, in this game of rap
Plain as that, aim your g ꘆ to the sky
Aim high if you in the state of mind
It ain't right
Vade the gray, fade to black
Just tryna get paid in this game of rap
Plain as that, aim your g ꘆ to the ceiling
Start Falcon Retribution
If you feelin' what I'm feeling
It ain't right
Paint me white, paint me black
Just tryna maintain, in this game of rap
Plain as that, aim your got to the sky
Aim high if you in the same state of mind
It ain't right
Fade to gray, fade to black, just trying to get paid in this game of rap, plain as that, aim your gat to the ceiling, start screaming, if you're feeling what I'm feeling.