It ain't right, paint me white, paint me blackJust tryna maintain in this game of rapPlain as that, aim your gat to the skyAim high if you in the same state of mindIt ain't right, fade to gray, fade to blackJust tryna get paid in this game of rapPlain as that, aim your gat to the ceilingStart screaming if you feeling what I'm feelingEvery morning I wake up, my eyes are stuck to the ceilingThe same gut feeling for the same * reasonIt's a shame we get blamed cause we stuck to believingWith the rain came the pain and the trust started leavingNow the aim's on our brains and the buck started creepingC-I-A-D-E-A, cuff us up while we sleepingMade my way here to stay rough, I suck for no reasonA tooth for a tooth, dust to dust when I'm leavingIt ain't right to do wrong, I had to write this songAbout people that struggle but their minds ain't goneTo all the hustling mothers whose lives got tornSo if your soul loves the sun, mother stay strongIf you go by the gunYou got to be strongYou ain't alone for longPut yourself in the arms of God, it's death calmCause if you ain't right, you got to be wrongRock onYo, it's a crazy worldI just got a son for my baby girlBut lately we been fighting, every day is pain to hurtI never wanted it to die like thisAll I ever wanted us to be is like Siamese twinsOne heart from the jumpstart, we fell in love moreNow you want to turn around and fill your stomach at the snack barAll you can drink, all you can smoke, all you can dream ofBut you like Mary looking for real loveIt ain't at the clubs, it ain't at the clubsIt ain't at the parties, it ain't smoking bluntsIt ain't sitting with McCartyIt's where your family is, go in and handle your bidsBut make sure you stay with your man and your kidsThat's the essence of lifeAnd all the stress with my ex-wifeDead that bitch, I have a cuff seeing red lightsIt ain't right, that's why I respect your decisionsThe same type, like I respect my religionIt ain't right, pay me white, pay me blackJust trying to maintain in this game of rapPlaying is that, aim your gat to the skyAim high if you in the same state of mindIt ain't right, fade to gray, fade to blackJust trying to get paid in this game of rapPlaying is that, aim your gat to the ceilingStart screaming if you feeling what I'm feelingGood for you, but not good for meCause now good for me is goods for freeI got books to read, we got minds to reachWe got sign to speak, you got finders feetSome's too blind to see, all too deaf to hearI'm two steps ahead, rhyme two steps aheadI testify, expect a lie, expect the truthAccept my views, chicks I vexed a fewExceptional, it ain't right to prejudgeAnd I'll let you know it ain't rightAin't wrong to speak up and talk senseWalk the difference, walk the distanceStart with listening, for now, * your positionsCause this minute not dead to time limitFreedom of speech, I can go on speakingFor weeks debating on street, debating in courtMaking a point, except the grand jury wouldn't be playing this jointMust be my zodiac sign to start thinking when I'm lonely at timesIt's cold in my mind, but you think it's only a rhymeThere's always foes in the act and it's heartlessWaiting on top of the mountain to push you back into darknessBlacker than Loch Ness, wrecking the lossesMind weapons the sharpest, but I feel like smackingTarded, yo, they ain't tough or hardBut wanna handcuff the guardsSee the sky, don't wanna just watch, wanna touch the starsSo I bust my bars, till the end of the tunnelFor now, it's only dreams of heaven ends by the bundlesIt ain't right, it's like I'm running circlesAnd it's getting hurtful, I'm starting to take * personal* what you all say, you caught me on the wrong dayI came a long way, prepared for a long stayMost of the time, life is painful, it seemsLike I don't wanna wake up, but should be grateful for dreamsIt ain't right, paint me white, paint me blackJust trying to maintain in this game of rap, plain as thatAim your gat to the skyAim high if you in the same state of mindIt ain't right, fade to gray, fade to blackJust trying to get paid in this game of rap, plain as thatAim your gat to the ceilingStart screaming if you're feeling what I'm feelingReady, let them come on time, just start, you're soon doneLike a full-scale riot, I'm causing confusionNever pausing, type of nigga to keep y'all applaudedGet too much, fly to Miami, ha, I'm bought inHold up, never fold up, bustin', I'm lovin' itY'all so-so, next man's flow, I'm on some other *All rigid, now I'll be bar for barLeave you in the surgery, scarred with words in your armsThese soundboys dead, I'm ringing the lungsNever heard of me, but * it, got the world in my palmsI'm just one from a million, charged to usMake music so the niggas get to chillin'All the *, mad, hectic, broken dialect, wedgie districtThis whole fuckin' planet ain't right, don't get it twistedYou're black gifted, doubts to crack, they upliftedLive good and do what's close to your heart, long as you wish itTruthfully, ain't much right with G.O.D.And now faggot-ass creepo got the sights on meBecause I don't kneel to play the role of a slaveAnd my peeps tastedDeath a mad generation, soIf I'm walkin', then you eye me downLike you're on the list of G.O.D. in a census cardThe fence is on, my short circus ends in the groundIf your life a circus nigga, then I ain't no clownThe industry frowns, I'll beat down some punks who flexAnd yo, after five months, still tastin' the bestThe first to test, and usually the last man standingBut snitch, like a bitch to get the upper hand quickYou don't wanna see me stingin' these hymnsBut instead, you really like to see me swingin' from limbsA tarred effeminate, scarred by whips, a hard 11On ships, placed in the dark, we starve togetherIt ain't rightPaint me white, paint me blackJust tryna maintain, in this game of rapPlain as that, aim your g ꘆ to the skyAim high if you in the state of mindIt ain't rightVade the gray, fade to blackJust tryna get paid in this game of rapPlain as that, aim your g ꘆ to the ceilingStart Falcon RetributionIf you feelin' what I'm feelingIt ain't rightPaint me white, paint me blackJust tryna maintain, in this game of rapPlain as that, aim your got to the skyAim high if you in the same state of mindIt ain't rightFade 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.