Intro

[Intro]
Is it right or is it wrong?
Guess I’ll know after this song?
It’s a product of its own
That’s the kinda shit I’m on

Is it right or is it wrong?
Guess I’ll know after this song?
It’s a product of its own
That’s the kinda shit I’m on

[Verse 1]
I lost so much I don’t know anymore
Cried so much I didn’t even know the source
And I know a man ain’t supposed to talk about these things so I
Buckle myself up and tell myself that I’m king and I’ll

Never stop until lose it all I’m breaking out
My heart is sore my heart is numb but still nigga made it out
My body feeling weak this mental getting physical
My writing at its peak and niggas thought I’m quitting though

I’m clearing niggas out my way
Until a milli in a day
I’m clearing bitches out my way
Coz no a nigga feel no way

Coz I can’t be quiet no more
Coming for everything they said that I will never get
Oh, refuse to let me in?
I’m bringing all my fiends we kicking the door
Breaking everything and tear your balcony to the floor
Ain’t got no time for no lovey dovey shit
Damn straight ain’t got no time for no buddy buddy shit

[Bridge]
There for me, you will be the death of me
There for me, you will be the death of me
There for me, you will be the death of me

You done been there for me
Angel by my side pray for me
Don’t you go away from me
Don’t you go away from me

You done been there for me
Angel by my side pray for me
Don’t you go away from me
Don’t you go away from me

You done been there for me
Angel by my side pray for me
Don’t you go away from me
Don’t you go away from me

[Verse 2]
Wanted to teach you something
Wanted my verse to get you jumping
Wanted to keep me grounded
Wanted your words to beg me pardon

I’ve seen worse never complained
They tried to curse never sustained
I was birthed on a Friday
A young nigga blessed like Sunday

Don’t you holla I’m not your brethren
Where I stay at cerebellum
Where I’ll lay at Bethlehem
I keep it moving caravan

Man this flow is killa cam
Stevie been a killa man
Age 11 was a man
Nothing was ever the same

Easy life never had that
Could give a fuck about a hashtag
Easy rhymes make em half mad you might as well put the shit on watt pad
« Is he right? » better ask
I been grinding whole lifetime
Been had a target on my back
Make sense that’s where they stab at

« Is it right or is it wrong? »
Guess I’ll know after this song
« It’s a product of its own »
That’s the kinda shit I’m on
Right or is it wrong?
Guess I’ll know after this song
Product of its own
That’s the kinda shit I’m on god damn

[Outro]
Coz I can’t be quiet no more
Coming for everything they said that I will never get
Oh, refuse to let me in?
I’m bringing all my fiends we kicking the door
Breaking everything and tear your balcony to the floor
Ain’t got no time for no lovey dovey shit
Damn straight ain’t got no time for no buddy buddy shit