Must Be Wrong

[Verse 1: Laws]
You wanna make him your messiah?
I can take you higher, I’m lookin' down at your top man
So why you put him on the top fam?
See, we is a rock band, he playin' Wii on his Rock Band
So I never envy that he got fans ‘cause I MC like god damn
I ain't no wet behind the ears, sit behind my peers in class Makin' noises, I’m more of a grade A
Makin' every day like mayday when I’m raisin' voices
Like a father figure, I don’t got to be a quitter and accept it
We gave you choices, now you gotta support me
Before I’m rich and I race Rolls Royces
You fans put your money on any failure
And you got me like what the fuck?
You say we close but no we isn’t, that ain’t even a photo finish
He got bettors rippin' up they tickets
He ain’t paintin' no picture, he trippin'
You buying into an image in two days? Maybe haha
He a medical miracle havin' no heart
He got me ready to walk before the show start
I ain’t in danger, he ain’t throwin' no darts
It’s like Larry, Curly and Moe versus Mozart
I ain’t lookin' for a place on no charts
But if he the new number one, guess I must be wrong
I guess I’m wrong, guess again

[Hook: Laws & Paul McCartney]
I don’t believe in your heroes
That was cool but it’s time for the real though
I must be wrong, I must be wrong, I must be wrong
I don’t believe in your heroes
That was cool but it’s time for the real though
I must be wrong, I must be wrong, I must be wrong

[Verse 2: Laws]
He rap 'bout dough ‘cause he tryin' to live right
I rap like I’m broke and I’m dyin' at midnight
And this is the last dance, this is my last chance
I’m feeling under pressure ‘cause he makin' your wrist brights
And my friendship bracelet frayed, if he get paid
I must be wrong because I work twice as strong
I’m not trippin' if it’s right or wrong, c‘mon
He a pretty slick jam and a punch line
My flow like Nick Cannon, Drumline
He sayin' he 'round them cannons, front lines
He been chillin' with the captain, he one time
My skill, you can hardly measure
I'mma leave the script flipped like McCartney records
You kidding? The minute that you start to step up
The paramedics pull apart the stretcher
Even when I go slow-mo, got the people like "Oh my god"
Got you thinkin' I go for broke when it’s really just more promo
But one rookie don’t slow no show
He a snitch on the low, low, low
Tryna to love this game till it has a baby
It’s crazy, I’m a classic that you ain’t used to
Guess I’m yesterday’s future
Rather be livin' in the past than chillin' in the mash
Tryna to make up stories and fool you
I’m real for better or worse
That’s why everybody tryna to get a Laws verse
I must be wrong, well am I wrong? No

[Hook]