[Intro]
[Hook]
Man I can’t ignore these questions//
(Ah-yeah)
I might’ve made a wrong impression(yeah)//(
This is how it go when you special(whatit iii’)//
Being around you a lot is fashion(yeah)

(What-else)
I ain’t really playin with these niggas//
I ain’t even friendly with these niggas//
Wrong impression//
Wrong//
Wrong impression//

[Verse 1]
Ah yeah
Scale 1 - 10 I'm eleven//
Skinny nigga bigger than imagined//
I'm sleeping on my money when I’m sleeping on that mattress//
I ain’t beg nobody for a spot, I get the access//(yeah yeah yeeeah)

Worst case is to play with us yeah//
I’m feeling like an earthquake on a trailer park yeah//
No lacking, that’s ain’t really us yeah//
Don’t panic that was just a finger fuck yeah//

You did it for the squad and I did it for the fam//
I can see you hungry but I really really am//
We ain’t really gang with my friends cz we men(facts)//
Based on how you act is how we gonna react//

(Iyeeeah)
Make the money dirty or clean//
I see the yellow tape and I’m crashing the scene//
I need to get me a whip, just to carry the dream//
Still carryin’ the city I made it shaky as shit//
I said

[Hook]
Man I can’t ignore these questions//
I might’ve made a wrong impression(yeah)//
This is how it go when you special//
Being around a lot is fashion(yeah)//

I ain’t really playin with these niggas//
I ain’t even friendly with these niggas//
Wrong impression//
Wrong//
Wrong impression//

[Verse 2]
I was sitting in this underground parking//
I heard that conversation of Lady Zamar and Charlotte//
Long story it started showing mirages//
Long stories make me wanna own apartments//

Most the times I don’t speak//
Of what I do and don’t feel//
Dawg I canned all my emotions//
I’ll never suffer with a good girl I’m on my hoe shit//
That’s my typa nigga notion//


No shit//
Dawg I pray my niggas stay up on they both feet//
This my Sunday service this will surely make your soul lift//
Never bothered myself of what the folks did//
They people they always gon’ be some off shit//

Used to be a softie, and now I’m on my boss shit//
Started with my nigga then we made it to a moshpit//
Man I’m body dropping all you niggas(yeah)//
I’d fuckn catch a body for my niggas(yeah)//

[Hook]
Man I can’t ignore these questions//
I might’ve made a wrong impression(yeah)//
This is how it go when you special//
Being around a lot is fashion(yeah)//

I ain’t really playin with these niggas//
I ain’t even friendly with these niggas//
Wrong impression//
Wrong//
Wrong impression//

[Verse 3]
Now half the town gonna need a lot of saving//
And I tripping or complaining//
Same youngin that promoted on a lot of comment sections//
And all it took was some passion and lot of patience//

Nigga coming from the dirt to poppin on the avenues//(what’s that)
That’s a slap on niggas faces on some other news//
Told me I am never gonna make it now it’s lucky who?//
It’s the breath of fresh air I came with something new//

(Ooh)
It used to be the texts and now we poppin too//
(Ooh)
It used to be the girls and now we sliding too//
Whoo-whoop!
Me learning to make hits needed no summer school//
Your singles might get leaked my edition is water proof//

Tunnel vision, optimistic//
Talent that I’m housing in this coliseum//
Touching my audience like I cuddle with em//
They fuck with me, I’m fuckin with em’//

Ah’//
Goo’night nigga//