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right or wrong - sparkheem lyrics

[intro: cruddy murda]
d*mn, hey cruddy
hey cruddy
uh
i’m telling you (hey terk, sparkheem)
ka!

[chorus: cruddy murda]
i was in the last then i ran up my racks
ran out of work so i’m doubling back
when it get cold i’ll sit in my spot
spot lil’ sh*t i just chill in the trap
i know n*ggas don’t want me to make it
’cause when it’s ’bout me, it’s always hate sh*t
i just talked to jb he said he still take sh*t
they gave him fifteen for them jackets and [?]
so many opps i’m debating
talking to sneaky like “which one we shanking?”
[?] and that sh*t got me heated
he went on that hill and he set up a meeting
i swear i be thinking ’bout june [?]
and all of my n*ggas that’s gone
if i get the drop gеt ’em gone by tomorrow
i’m with all of my n*ggas they right or thеy’re wrong

[verse: semi homie]
took a big*ass l and start dropping my mask
he ran with his iron we was chasing his ass
i’m off this perc’ and i’m thinking ’bout the men
i don’t condone on that sh*t they be doing they ain’t men
cuz tryna spin in the morning [?]
n*gga on the men i be walking with ten
she got in her feelings i ain’t f*ck her in a month
i be taking down sh*t i got some alias bunk
n*gga acting like he won’t get chased with this drac’
walked out with a hundred and left with his drac’
i’m on her friend so i told her “boo we need some sp*ce”
getting chased by the law and i’m working the e*brake
[?] rp digging this b*tch i need three brakes
[?] everyday of the week we ain’t f*cking around
i’m riding with glo that’s my dog [?]
she want to slime out a n*gga her call got ignored
b*tch i really be in the heart of my trenches
them n*ggas be capping like sh*t we different
i really put on them gloves b*tch you really [?]
b*tch you throw him out there and i’m bagging your n*gga
highed up and i just lost the key to my safe
in the meantime i’ma run up a new safe
you f*cking with them n*gga know you ain’t safe
how it feel to wake up with a gun in your face?
[chorus: cruddy murda]
i was in the last then i ran up my racks
ran out of work so i’m doubling back
when it get cold i’ll sit in my spot
spot lil’ sh*t i just chill in the trap
i know n*ggas don’t want me to make it
’cause when it’s ’bout me, it’s always hate sh*t
i just talked to jb he said he still take sh*t
they gave him fifteen for them jackets and [?]
so many opps i’m debating
talking to sneaky like “which one we shanking?”
[?] and that sh*t got me heated
he went on that hill and he set up a meeting
i swear i be thinking ’bout june [?]
and all of my n*ggas that’s gone
if i get the drop get ’em gone by tomorrow
i’m with all of my n*ggas they right or they’re wrong

- sparkheem lyrics

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