Wrong One

[Sample] “And he smiles” [Intro: Grafh] [?] You know bad man don’t play around This in a bloodclot playground See Aye [Chorus: Grafh] Ooh, I’m the wrong one to play with I’m the wrong one to play with, ooh I’m the wrong one to play with I came to outwork you Your work ethic is too basic You know bad man no player Me, I’m the wrong one to play with I’m the wrong one to play with, ooh [Verse 1: Grafh] Young king nigga crowned pharaoh For him legs spread faster than sound travel Look under my nails and they found gravel They say where no man’s gone, I found shadows Ten toes down, my nigga Boot heel to the ground, my nigga I’m Mayweather, but I’m way better I size you up, then choke you with the tape measure My hands full of germs from applying straight pressure You got a rash on a fake leather, I’m strapped and I spray pepper The barrel goes ‘round and ‘round like a chain letter My powder can change weather, that’s snow I rep my city a lot, I light my blunt with the torch that the Statue of Liberty got My nigga, we bump Biggie and LOX Diddy with the diddy-bop My dope’s the color of my Henny shot, let the semi pop How you tryna block bullets Looking like you’re tryna do the Milly Rock? Can I get the same bread Diddy got Without getting the death threats that got Biggie shot? Look Word to my nigga Chinx Drugz This the game of thrones and it’s power in king’s blood, there’s cowards who drink blood On the hour to think love, we just think slugs Think ski masks and think gloves, we [?] We think Crips, we think Bloods We don’t think love, we think shit, we think mud off the rip I swing uwops, they gave flu shots Bang a few and knock your brain to your tube socks ‘Cause the lames make the game too pop Call Marty McFly from Back of the Future to save 2Pac Who saving the game, who not? Who want to tangle, my heart is the jangle Your heart is made of chardonnay, one small parfait, and a large mango A walking tornado, I’m armed with a volcano, my vomit is all drano But you’re listening wrong, I’ve been spitting the bomb But you was busy hitting the Quan, I’m busy whipping with the wand Let the [?] rock spread You sold your soul and already got bread These industry niggas think I already dropped dead And I appeared out of nowhere like Fetty Wap’s dreads But I’m like [Chorus: Grafh] Ooh, I’m the wrong one to play with I’m the wrong one to play with, ooh I’m the wrong one to play with I came to outwork you Your work ethic is too basic You know bad man no player Me, I’m the wrong one to play with I’m the wrong one to play with, ooh [Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9”] Aside from being deadly I work like I got more jobs than the Hedleys In living color, it’s millions of us Weighing from AM to PM like Damon and Keenen Playing arenas like Ringling Brothers But ain’t no clown in the circus acting I’m just surgical with the ratchet tryna get perfect as I murder practice Every noun, a knife, a verb, a cactus I tuck these flows away in my tuxedos like urban magic I’m on point, but I stand taller than Earvin Magic I’m on most as sharp as my [?] I’m cutting up like carpenter razors Flipping as if I’m the product of dirty mattresses, revolvers, and [?] with lasers I partake in godly behavior If I decide not to spray the party, then by golly, that’s a party favor I’m the wrong one to play with In due time, you’ll find out who’s behind these bars that you don’t even want a day with You could find me in the new wheels, the latest Doing deals, I know it hurts to have to do deals with Avis Y’all like me is in y’all dreams, y’all car swiping I’m writing, we’re into different rental car schemes I went inside a synagogue clean Left with a dirty mind, back with a battery and energized dreams Y’all on a red eye, I’m on a jet trying to guess how long I’ve been awake I think I need a hit of Visine [Chorus: Grafh] Ooh, I’m the wrong one to play with I’m the wrong one to play with, ooh I’m the wrong one to play with I came to outwork you Your work ethic is too basic You know bad man no player Me, I’m the wrong one to play with I’m the wrong one to play with, ooh