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am i wrong - sheemyfame lyrics

am i wrong lyrics
[intro: sheemy]
grrah, ha ha ha
everything dead
no more free ebk
no more free maddi y’all know what the f*ck is goin’ on
grrah, grrah
like how
ha ha
grrah, grrah
what, like how
like what, like how
ha ha
every opp shot
everything dead
rah ra* (grrah grrah)
look
[chorus: sheemy]
asked god am i wrong for the things that i do
said you love me, is you tellin’ the truth
everyday i see red but got rich off the blue
free (?) with the knocks and is shootin’
and i stay on my demon so it’s quick to get graphic
talkin’ guns, sh*t in person ain’t have it
cabin fresh homer, he still makin’ havoc
top opp b*tch could never be lackin’ (ha ha ha)
to much beef can’t lack for no date (no dates)
ra* died got shot in his face (rah ra*)
took us a loss then y’all know that we great
told muddy i gotchu we straight
race to the money could never be late (ha ha ha)
(?) could never relate (never relate)
smokin’ on who? so we drivin’ a race
don’t care who you are, gettin’ sent to the gates

[verse: sheemy]
but i ain’t beefin’ with n*ggas who put out they social
clearly broke don’t make me expose you (goofy)
got me some money, but i’m still outside local (ha ha)
backed on me, might never get close to (are you dumb)
r.i.p. diddy, just wish that i wrote you
but this feelin’ ima make sure they go through
r.i.p. diddy, just wish that i wrote you
but this feelin’ ima make sure they go through
f*ck all the threats my n*ggas bout actions (gang)
spin this b*tch i’m in love with her action (ha ha ha)
big ebk, i don’t care what y’all jackin’ (f*ck what y’all jackin’)
free bougie mr. bringing them packs in
no i ain’t talkin’ bout money, or backends (what)
boy dashed and never hit lackin’
most of y’all n*ggas is brothers all rappin’ (ha ha like what)
me and maz just (?) up and trappin’
n*gga got shot and he lyin’ what happened (like how)
jake mikes y’all n*ggas be appin’
n*ggas done ran up a hunnid on tappin’
like what, like how
told festo
no cap though
big guns if he think about back throw
know a n*gga got clapped on the last floor
madi or nega don’t know who gon’ blast more
(ha ha ha ha)
(ebk)
(every opp shot)
(n*ggas know what the f*ck is goin’ on)
(we got the money in this sh*t)
(opps know that)
(grrah, grrah, grrah*grrah*grrah boom)
[chorus]
to much beef can’t lack for no date (no dates)
ra* died got shot in his face (rah rah)
took us a loss then y’all know that we great
told muddy i gotchu we straight
race to the money could never be late (ha ha ha)
(?) could never relate (never relate)
smokin’ on who? so we drivin’ a race
don’t care who you are, gettin’ sent to the gates

- sheemyfame lyrics

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