Grafh, Royce da 5'9" - Wrong One lyrics
[Grafh, Royce da 5'9" - Wrong One lyrics]
"And he smiles"
You know bad man don’t play around
This in a bloodclot playground see aye
Ooh, I’m the wrong one to play with
I’m the wrong one to play with, ooh
I’m the wrong one to play with
I came to outwork you
Your work ethic is too basic
You know bad man no player
Me, I’m the wrong one to play with
I’m the wrong one to play with, ooh
Young king nigga crowned pharaoh
For him legs spread faster than sound travel
Look under my nails and they found gravel
They say where no man’s gone, I found shadows
Ten toes down, my nigga
Boot heel to the ground, my nigga
I’m Mayweather, but I’m way better
I size you up
Then choke you with the tape measure
My hands full of germs
From applying straight pressure
You got a rash on a fake leather
I’m strapped and I spray pepper
The barrel goes ‘round and ‘round
Like a chain letter
My powder can change weather, that’s snow
I rep my city a lot
I light my blunt with the torch
That the Statue of Liberty got
My nigga, we bump Biggie and LOX
Diddy with the diddy-bop
My dope’s the color of my Henny shot
Let the semi pop how you tryna block bullets
Looking like you’re tryna do the Milly Rock?
Can I get the same bread Diddy got
Without getting the death threats that
Got Biggie shot? Look
Word to my nigga Chinx Drugz
This the game of thrones and
It’s power in king’s blood
There’s cowards who drink blood
On the hour to think love
We just think slugs
Think ski masks and think gloves, we
We think Crips, we think Bloods
We don’t think love, we think shit
We think mud off the rip
I swing uwops, they gave flu shots
Bang a few and knock your
Brain to your tube socks
‘Cause the lames make the game too pop
Call Marty McFly from Back of
The Future to save 2Pac
Who saving the game, who not?
Who want to tangle, my heart is the jangle
Your heart is made of
Chardonnay, one small parfait
And a large mango
A walking tornado, I’m armed with a volcano
My vomit is all drano
But you’re listening wrong
I’ve been spitting the bomb
But you was busy hitting the Quan
I’m busy whipping with the wand
Let the rock spread
You sold your soul and already got bread
These industry niggas think I
Already dropped dead
And I appeared out of nowhere
Like Fetty Wap’s dreads but I’m like
Ooh, I’m the wrong one to play with
I’m the wrong one to play with, ooh
I’m the wrong one to play with
I came to outwork you
Your work ethic is too basic
You know bad man no player
Me, I’m the wrong one to play with
I’m the wrong one to play with, ooh
Aside from being deadly
I work like I got more jobs than the Hedleys
In living color, it’s millions of us
Weighing from AM to PM like Damon and Keenen
Playing arenas like Ringling Brothers
But ain’t no clown in the circus acting
I’m just surgical with the ratchet tryna
Get perfect as I murder practice
Every noun, a knife, a verb, a cactus
I tuck these flows away in
My tuxedos like urban magic i’m on point
But I stand taller than Earvin Magic
I’m on most as sharp as my
I’m cutting up like carpenter razors
Flipping as if I’m the product
Of dirty mattresses, revolvers
And with lasers i partake in godly behavior
If I decide not to spray
The party, then by golly
That’s a party favor
I’m the wrong one to play with in due time
You’ll find out who’s behind these bars that
You don’t even want a day with
You could find me in the new wheels
The latest doing deals
I know it hurts to have to do deals with Avis
Y’all like me is in y’all dreams
Y’all car swiping i’m writing
We’re into different rental car schemes
I went inside a synagogue clean
Left with a dirty mind
Back with a battery and energized dreams
Y’all on a red eye
I’m on a jet trying to guess
How long I’ve been awake
I think I need a hit of Visine
Ooh, I’m the wrong one to play with
I’m the wrong one to play with, ooh
I’m the wrong one to play with
I came to outwork you
Your work ethic is too basic
You know bad man no player
Me, I’m the wrong one to play with
I’m the wrong one to play with, ooh
You know bad man don’t play around
This in a bloodclot playground see aye
Ooh, I’m the wrong one to play with
I’m the wrong one to play with, ooh
I’m the wrong one to play with
I came to outwork you
Your work ethic is too basic
You know bad man no player
Me, I’m the wrong one to play with
I’m the wrong one to play with, ooh
Young king nigga crowned pharaoh
For him legs spread faster than sound travel
Look under my nails and they found gravel
They say where no man’s gone, I found shadows
Ten toes down, my nigga
Boot heel to the ground, my nigga
I’m Mayweather, but I’m way better
I size you up
Then choke you with the tape measure
My hands full of germs
From applying straight pressure
You got a rash on a fake leather
I’m strapped and I spray pepper
The barrel goes ‘round and ‘round
Like a chain letter
My powder can change weather, that’s snow
I rep my city a lot
I light my blunt with the torch
That the Statue of Liberty got
My nigga, we bump Biggie and LOX
Diddy with the diddy-bop
My dope’s the color of my Henny shot
Let the semi pop how you tryna block bullets
Looking like you’re tryna do the Milly Rock?
Can I get the same bread Diddy got
Without getting the death threats that
Got Biggie shot? Look
Word to my nigga Chinx Drugz
This the game of thrones and
It’s power in king’s blood
There’s cowards who drink blood
On the hour to think love
We just think slugs
Think ski masks and think gloves, we
We think Crips, we think Bloods
We don’t think love, we think shit
We think mud off the rip
I swing uwops, they gave flu shots
Bang a few and knock your
Brain to your tube socks
‘Cause the lames make the game too pop
Call Marty McFly from Back of
The Future to save 2Pac
Who saving the game, who not?
Who want to tangle, my heart is the jangle
Your heart is made of
Chardonnay, one small parfait
And a large mango
A walking tornado, I’m armed with a volcano
My vomit is all drano
But you’re listening wrong
I’ve been spitting the bomb
But you was busy hitting the Quan
I’m busy whipping with the wand
Let the rock spread
You sold your soul and already got bread
These industry niggas think I
Already dropped dead
And I appeared out of nowhere
Like Fetty Wap’s dreads but I’m like
Ooh, I’m the wrong one to play with
I’m the wrong one to play with, ooh
I’m the wrong one to play with
I came to outwork you
Your work ethic is too basic
You know bad man no player
Me, I’m the wrong one to play with
I’m the wrong one to play with, ooh
Aside from being deadly
I work like I got more jobs than the Hedleys
In living color, it’s millions of us
Weighing from AM to PM like Damon and Keenen
Playing arenas like Ringling Brothers
But ain’t no clown in the circus acting
I’m just surgical with the ratchet tryna
Get perfect as I murder practice
Every noun, a knife, a verb, a cactus
I tuck these flows away in
My tuxedos like urban magic i’m on point
But I stand taller than Earvin Magic
I’m on most as sharp as my
I’m cutting up like carpenter razors
Flipping as if I’m the product
Of dirty mattresses, revolvers
And with lasers i partake in godly behavior
If I decide not to spray
The party, then by golly
That’s a party favor
I’m the wrong one to play with in due time
You’ll find out who’s behind these bars that
You don’t even want a day with
You could find me in the new wheels
The latest doing deals
I know it hurts to have to do deals with Avis
Y’all like me is in y’all dreams
Y’all car swiping i’m writing
We’re into different rental car schemes
I went inside a synagogue clean
Left with a dirty mind
Back with a battery and energized dreams
Y’all on a red eye
I’m on a jet trying to guess
How long I’ve been awake
I think I need a hit of Visine
Ooh, I’m the wrong one to play with
I’m the wrong one to play with, ooh
I’m the wrong one to play with
I came to outwork you
Your work ethic is too basic
You know bad man no player
Me, I’m the wrong one to play with
I’m the wrong one to play with, ooh