Wasn’t Right

[Intro]
Rayo

[Chorus: JoeMari]
They said they love me but I know they lyin'
They can't invite us to no party 'cause we turn that shit to Columbine
All this designer on my skin hide the hurt inside
And I can't give no one my trust 'cause I'm traumatized
Don't condone it, you the ho' type
Keep the gun, he won't fire
Won't give a fuck about the fame 'cause I'm dyin' 'bout mine
Don't make me blackout in that Off-White
B.B. Simon on my waistline
I did a lot of shit before that I knew wasn't right

[Verse 1: Poodhi]
I got these shooters by my side and they not hesitant (Yeah)
I got some killers by my side who really represent (Yeah)
I know some niggas get you gone just for actin' like you strong
Who the fuck put this nigga on, no lullaby we got him gone
With a Glock nine (Yeah), you know I'm 'bout mine (Yeah)
You know the stats too (Yeah), it ain't shit to hoop to (No)
Bitch don't call no fouls when we press you
I'm Off-White like I'm [?]
Tell these niggas come and catch up, yeah (Catch up catch up, yeah)
He say the [?] that nigga lied, our baby choked (Choked, choked)
But what the fuck this nigga even tell me for (For, for)
He must be fuckin' with them niggas doin' checkups
Just lost they filter, should've never trust 'em, yeah
Am I in the wrong?
Just for rockin' with you, should never brought you alone
Ah, [?] this place called home
Now I never trust him, I walk around with this chrome

[Chorus: JoeMari]
They said they love me but I know they lyin'
They can't invite us to no party 'cause we turn that shit to Columbine
All this designer on my skin hide the hurt inside
And I can't give no one my trust 'cause I'm traumatized
Don't condone it, you the ho' type
Keep the gun, he won't fire
Won't give a fuck about the fame 'cause I'm dyin' 'bout mine
Don't make me blackout in that Off-White
B.B. Simon on my waistline
I did a lot of shit before that I knew wasn't right

[Verse 2: JoeMari]
Lately I've been having dreams about me dyin' (Ah)
But I had more dreams about me takin' niggas lives
I know how shorty always worry 'cause I might not make it back
I told her she don't gotta front, 'cause I'm always back with stakes
They ain't for me, they get whacked
Them niggas ain't active [?] aim
These in my pants, pardon my bitch
Know I headshot, made it happen
My next shots are gon' make you wish you treat me better
And this a cold world but this heater better than sweater
I'm tired of sending rose letters 'til this shit don't feel right
I swear my gang a bunch of thieves and niggas be takin' lives
I swear my heart so cold, I'm pourin' it with these lies
I had to x some niggas out, they did me wrong a bunch of times
But I'm [?] about these diamonds, bank account a lot of commas
L.O.V.E., broken promises everyday been on lock
Been tryna show 'em that I care but that shit don't feel right
It just gave me lot of scars that I can't hide from God's eyes

[Chorus: JoeMari]
They said they love me but I know they lyin'
They can't invite us to no party 'cause we turn that shit to Columbine
All this designer on my skin hide the hurt inside
And I can't give no one my trust 'cause I'm traumatized
Don't condone it, you the ho' type
Keep the gun, he won't fire
Won't give a fuck about the fame 'cause I'm dyin' 'bout mine
Don't make me blackout in that Off-White
B.B. Simon on my waistline
I did a lot of shit before that I knew wasn't right