Devin The Dude - Write & Wrong lyrics

(I think I'm ready, man i'm ready to rap)
Nigga, you just talkin shit, man
I don't wanna hear that shit
(Hey, I'm ready, man)
Man, you been sayin that shit
(I'm ready to put it down) yeah, yeah
(Show you that I'm down)
Ha ha, alright, alright we'll see, man
This ain't no game, though

Here, smoke some of this weed
So you can feel fine
And you just might need a drink
You gotta think of a rhyme
We can make the beat slow
So you can speed up the flow
With some cool pimp shit about
Some weed or some hoes
Or supposed you do a song that
You can jam with foreign dancers
Or some growin-up hard shit with
Slim to none chances
Maybe a familiar tune people already heard
Let's call Morris
See how much he want for a bird
Or fuck it, fuck it, let's strictly go pop
Do anything for the women
While mis-representin your block
You can be famous in public with
The right music and subject
You can make millions, nigga
If you just make that million love it
Imagine, you havin world tours, gettin paid
Hoes throwin panties on the stage
Gettin laid you don't have a Benz
But if you get on the mic and spit it
You will have enough to get
It, whatever you do, i'm with it

All you gots to do is (write)
Share your problems with the world
Tell the story of your life
All you gots to do is (write)
And they'll be right by your side
Everything gon' be tight

But when you're wrong
Muthafuckas gonna talk about ya
When you're wrong
Muthafuckas gonna criticise ya
When you're wrong
Muthafuckas gonna talk about ya
When you're wrong

(Some tell you it's a art
Some tell you it's a shame)

Now just be real with what you say
And put some feelin up in it
And since everybody's dyin
Put some killin up in it
I be right here by your side
Smokin kill until you're finished
And if you get writer's block, then nigga
Chill for a minute
And hold up, okay, I got a tight idea
Just rap like you mad
The baddest muthafucka out here
Then bitches will respect ya
Niggas might try to check ya
Nuts, money didn't getcha while them
Laws steady fetch ya
But think about it - you got
It? Then write it down
Try your best to remember
Don't worry now on how it sounds
It's gonna be cool, and if
You gonna keep rappin, it's on
Just sacrifice your life and leave
Your problems at home
Now there's a million muthafuckas like
Yourself think they deserve it
If they get it before they do
They got to get they hands dirty
So just study these lines and make
Sure you don't forget it
Get on the mic and spit it, whatever you do
I'm with it


Now the world is your arena
And the panel of judges
Made up of pimps, players, sneaky bitches
Con-men and hustlers i don't know why
But to qualify you must become one of these
Make somethin happen with either rappin
Or sellin some cheese
What, you're scared? Nigga, shit
This ain't the game to be in
If you can't do for you and yours
Then how you think you gon' win?
Now where your niggas at? Get em together
Then flip now where them bitches at? Buy
Em whatever to sip but see, you can't get
Player points taken away, so come real
Disregard people's emotions
Give a fuck how one feels
And you can witness other brothers
Walkin in the same path
Wishin for champagne, caviar, and bubble bath
You see, ah, that's the life that I lead
And if you wanna follow a model
Sit right by me
And I can pass you some weed, you fry it up
But let me hit it but get on the mic and
Spit it, whatever you do, i'm with it