Fuck it

My album drop it may not stream a song but fuck it

Killed everything from the OK to Rome So fuck it

I'm Mr. Wright but known for doing em wrong like fuck em

Ain't had no feelings since my bruh been gone

Like I don't wanna kick it with none of these niggas

Cus they all clowns

You the type start calling your homie broke when the hoes around

I'm the type get booked for a show & start splitting that dough around

Put the Hills all on my back now niggas act like they don't know me now

But I ain't tripping (ever)

Remember I was just in the bleachers, now I'm the one that everybody feelin

They don't call me for the features, know if I'm on that, I'm gon' kill em

Most of em play the tough rapper role like Party with B-Rilla

Walk in the room morale go up they like there go that nigga

It come to rap the towel go up they can't fuck with Young Cesar

Leaving LAX with a pound or up used to get that through Maurisha

I'll never do gang like Nino Brown but I am my brother's keeper

I make the whole world stop when they hear my voice through that speaker

Portray that I'm so gangsta or too street that just won't happen

Rather stay the same at being me than blowing up off cappin

Saw my dog in a casket hurt my heart that shit was tragic

Can't name a time since eightth grade seen my brother and I couldn't dap him

Like was poppin was hannin

I'm stacking' the pennies up the hardaway

Shit ain't magic

It's automatic

Nigga ain't front you shit put you on, how you handle it?

Felt like y'all was bros so you ho'd em niggas scandalous

I can't count how many times I wiped my mama tears

Suppossed to cash out 100 thou to go get her that crib

Been counting a couple thousand all 20s eyes peeled

Smoking exotic tryna numb the pain that never heal