Wat's Wrong

[Intro: Isaiah Rashad] Yeah, yeah, ah [Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad] Cut my hair and bump my head and fell off top And run on sins and front on friends If we don't win, then pay your tithes and mend your fence And we alright, the Kaio Kens and big old rims And LA hoes, if that ain't wrong If I ain't gone, I ain't home, I ain't them, I ain't them No more ends and no more trends and photo tint and photo lens Notice this, pour this shit, bonafide, woe is me, bowl of grits Naked pimp, beamin' up, clean as fuck Other side chill for niggas, makin' life look clear for niggas Hill for niggas, tip-top cliff a nigga, this the vision Side to side, some gifted niggas If we honest, you gon' miss a nigga, twisted with 'em, this the isms See, your bitch might kiss a nigga, which nigga? Get specific Big-ass pot, wrist is glistened Your list is shit and your infant isn't This cost some titties and scar your face The wrong of wrongs has caught a case Or if niggas been MOB like Carter say From far away, all my niggas like, "Calm down" Lovin' life above a reason, just can't find it like a dozen people Catch that vibe at night, and Bobby, Whitney Get too tired to write and died in prison Felt like Rob tonight Lost my God tonight, yeah [Chorus: Zacari & Isaiah Rashad] Oh, sometimes, I get so ahead of myself (Yeah, yeah) Feel like I'm runnin' in circles (What's the matter?) Oh, and I'm just holdin' onto my breath (Yeah) I need smoke just to exhale (Ayy) Oh, and I get so ahead of myself (Ayy) But I'll make it out somehow (What's the matter?) So roll another one up, roll another one up And put it all in the air now (Let's go) [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] How many souls do you touch a day? How many hoes do you fuck a day? How many flows do your thoughts convey? How many know you can't walk away? Dependin' on the way I feel, I might kill everybody around me Might heal everybody around me, how the wind blow Open your window, let the debris in, never let me in I kick back with kick door Maybe if I could live hundred years, that be real Pay me if I'ma be rhymin' these homonyms Crazy, my other show went to my mama 'nem My daddy said a Mercedes had haunted him But now he got one, I'm ridin' shotgun With a three-piece chicken dinner and shotgun I bring your weekend to an endin' and pop one I'm on the deep end, boss nigga, you're not one And I believe in Kool-Aid and God's son Do you believe that Black man is our sun? I made enough residuals to hide some I gave enough, my niggas know I divide some I told Zay I'm the best rapper since twenty-five Been like that for a while now, I'm twenty-nine Any nigga that disagree is a fuckin' liar Pardon me, see my alter ego a Gemini Him and I been around ever since Reagan was criticized Might stay in the Trump Tower for one week Spray paint all the walls and smoke weed Fuck them and fuck y'all and fuck me I proceed my last check in proceeds To all the kids, the hood, the bricks, the books To fix the blocks we on, to right my wrongs The word to give the life we live as I get [Chorus: Zacari] So ahead of myself (Yeah) Feel like I'm runnin' in circles Oh, and I'm just holdin' onto my breath I need smoke just to exhale Oh, and I get so ahead of myself But I'll make it out somehow So roll another one up, roll another one up And put it all in the air now (Let's go) [Verse 3: Isaiah Rashad & Zacari] Oh, you got two Xannies, oh, just don't forget me Love me for the moment (All in the air now), hug me like your sibling Weed ain't that important, vice cops in the kitchen Grew with Apollonia (All in the air now), Rob was makin' chicken Beat me down, you beat me down, reorganize my face Now when I go home, I don't know what my fam gon' say Zay, say it ain't love 'cause you bought flowers yesterday Thoughts was always cheap, cheap, cheap, but now let's talk 'bout me, me, me Lately, I been gone, man, this ain't goin' how I wanted When I pull up at your window, bitch, come out, you hear that beep, beep, beep Faithful as your EBT, closer than your mama kin Anger when you rang about my dog, but I'm gon' call again Freak me out, keep me out, why they always leave me out? Niggas that been hatin' just can't wait to have my CD now Don't we look like CP and Nirvana on that keep me pound? Please be down, I been more than late, yeah [Chorus: Zacari] Oh, sometimes, I get so ahead of myself (Yeah) Feel like I'm runnin' in circles Oh, and I'm just holdin' onto my breath I need smoke just to exhale Oh, and I get so ahead of myself (Uh) But I'll make it out somehow So roll another one up, roll another one up And put it all in the air now (Let's go) All in the air now [Outro: Dave Free] Okay, I'ma tell you this story, man A few years ago, I gave my pops, uh, Cilvia, Cilvia Demo And my pops said, uh He listened to it for about a week, came back to me, said, uh Said, "Dave, boy, why Zay talkin' 'bout he gon' run up in somebody house? He, he, he talkin' 'bout you?"