Dead Wrong Lyrics

(How you do that SAV?)

Meet your Maker

Mucho Mota From Jamaica

I can smell the pussy in your make

Still gon taste the batter when the cakes up

So put your mother-fucking cake up

All of the shit we did for niggas they ain't never thank us

They tried to take us and break us

They was sleeping on my Flo'

I hope they brung they pillows and they blankets

I been making hella art them bitches stole my paintbrush

You's a bitch, its in your heart, your make-up

Don't forget your blush

You's a bitch, you pussy fragile won't convince me you're tough

I remember days I got the dial tone

You influenced me to call your bluff

Remember days I couldn't phone home

Man I think we had enough

Remember days I wanted to be long, long gone

Back in the days I was living right but I still felt dead wrong

(Back in the days I was living right but I still felt dead wrong)

And they all went right I left

You playing Checkers this chess

Who next?

Compared to the vets i'm still best

Imma get my parts then you get rest

Hope you don't get caught in that crossfire

I pray you don't get caught up in that crossfire without wearing a vest

Damn, im glad im blessed

When he put the pack up to his head

He swear to god that shit a flex

I gotta confess

For a couple years I was depressed I ain't address it

Now im stressed

My life was a mess

I ain't sit around and complain about it

I still made it the best

All those suicidal thoughts was a couple hard pills away for me to digest

All those suicidal thought was a representation of me trynna express

We all know you getting what you giving

Im trynna reinvest

Im glad I got that off my chest

Tired of the fake fucking facade I need to get some rest

You need to chill relax KizzleWatt just take a deep breathe

(You need to chill relax KizzleWatt just take a deep breathe)

Meet your Maker

Mucho Mota From Jamaica

I can smell the pussy in your make

Still gon taste the batter when the cakes up

So put your mother-fucking cake up

All of the shit we did for niggas they ain't never thank us

They tried to take us and break us

They was sleeping on my Flo'

I hope they brung they pillows and they blankets

I been making hella art them bitches stole my paintbrush

You's a bitch, its in your heart, your make-up

Don't forget your blush

You's a bitch, you pussy fragile won't convince me you're tough

I remember days I got the dial tone

You influenced me to call your bluff

Remember days I couldn't phone home

Man I think we had enough

Remember days I wanted to be long, long gone