Right My Wrongs Video (MV)

Yea
Cocaine in my fingernails, who knew this where life would take me
Damned from heaven blessed as hell, scared my God just might forsake me
Women i'm inviting home, pussy, whiskey, writing songs
Die without my microphone, i'm not sure where i belong
Damn i gotta write my wrongs

Reaching for the pen and pad thats the first step
If i'm trippin' over the past, thats the worst step
Got me sippin' out of a glass on the church steps
I need to confess all of my demons
Quick get me the usher, call me a deacon
I need Jesus while i'm walking wit Yeezus
I need a bad chick wit Dominican features
At home when i come from the strip teases, I got a weakness
Astaghfirullah I know we ain't been speaking
Try five rakah's over the weekend
Blocked my chakras living indecent
'Tis the season, the summers getting hotter but they hearts freezing
We hoping on the future but we all leaning
Ain't got a lot left to believe in, give me a reason

Cocaine in my fingernails, who knew this where life would take me
Damned from heaven blessed as hell, scared my God just might forsake me
Women i'm inviting home, pussy, whiskey, writing songs
Die without my microphone, i'm not sure where I belong
Damn i gotta write my wrongs
Damn i gotta write my wrongs

Talk back, talkin' to ya need you to talk back
I keep talking to ya, you never talk back
I been talking to ya, need you to talk back
God, I can't walk back
I done gone too far too late to walk back
I keep talking to ya, never talk back
I been talking to ya, need you to-

Dreaming about a milli is silly i'm from a city of homicide
Chicken and pocket knives, how long can i survive
Black on that black suit and tie white collar crime
Middle class turning to columbine
Sin is an acquired taste
I told her swallow her pride and put her thighs on the side of my face
Stuck in a plastic life tryna find a escape
Only kindness can silence the hate
And I don't know if black lives matter but black dollas
Got a lot a CEO's sittin' wit fat wallets
Hear a lotta commentary talking bout rap violence
Cries from the ghetto where don't nobody ask bout us
What you expect
My heart gets heavy, my thoughts get buried in ashes
Ashes tossed when i spark they carry me high
I saw something scary then looked closer to see
Turns out it's a reflection of me, damn

Cocaine in my fingernails, who knew this where life would take me
Damned from heaven blessed as hell, scared my God just might forsake me
Women i'm inviting home, pussy, whiskey, writing songs
Die without my microphone, i'm not sure where I
Damn i gotta write my wrongs
Damn i gotta write my wrongs