Jay Electronica - Exhibit G (Submission) lyrics

Don't you make me do wrong, do wrong
No, don't you make me do wrong, do wrong
Yeah

This ain't the end
But we justifying the means
Closet full of skeletons
Testifying with screams
Haters wanna rip off my
Jacket like Billie Jean
Nigga we gon' get this shit
Cracking by any means

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah) ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
(Don't make me do wrong, baby)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah) no

Yeah
Came a long way from the bottom, Our Father
The world is a ghetto forever, Our Harlem
Hov saying, "Let's get this cheddar
Why starve 'em?"
Flows only make me get bеtter, Five Star 'em
Obama on his sеcond Turn
I go and take the first one
And give it to these niggas line from bar
Live in person puff still hitting me, nigga
What you scared?
Ty Ty looking at me like, "Nigga
Let's break bread"
40 nights on the grind, fighting cobras
Niggas praying "Give me a sign
" I'm like Moses
These rap niggas out of their minds
Striking poses the Black Moors coming to
Shrine and strike poses
The god Jeymes Samuel, son of Ademola
Tucked in, hurling Molotovs at the seminar
Cast a whole spell on the
Game like a minotaur
Beyond the battlefield of love, Pat Benatar

Don't you make me do wrong, do wrong
No, don't you make me do wrong, do wrong
Yeah don't you make me do wrong, do wrong
No