Og Grip - Gone Wrong (feat. Korchino the Gringo)

Nigga hide your kids
Hide your wife Shit
Your niggas better hide too
Unless they wanna
Lose they lives
Unless they really
Wanna see strife
I ain't talkin' boxin' in the night
I ain't talkin' pretty Ricky Bobby
We can do it in the lobby
Everybody in this
Motherfucker die
Including me & my guys
You and your crew
Couple of innocent motherfuckers goin' too
Talkin' kids and baby mama
Wanted drama here it is
Take a dance
With the devil
In the pale moon light
Don't slip church tabernacle
Learn me how you move
When the thing's comin' at you
Like bap bap bap bap bap
Gotcha Look at all that tuff
Leakin' out ya
I wonder what he thinkin' bout
While he leakin' out
Breaths go in none comes out Death goes in life comes out
Death goes in life comes out
He ain't thinkin' now
Shit's creek spirit sinking ill
Slaughter sheep and sleep still
Cannibal conniver connoisseur Got bored needed more
Took a world tour
With Muhammad my man C4 Strapped to him
Detonator at hand
Backpack full of straps
Couple knives
One axe
Just in case
I have to dismember a man
Muhammad only knowin'
Cause he die on his plan
Every other rollin' with me
They got blood on their hands
Could give a fuck if they caught
Get life So what
It's nothin' we all die
Stupid y'all ain't provin' nothin
Sometimes I feel like
I feel like my mind is gone
It's about to be a homicide somebody dying tonight
Sometimes I feel like
Inside me
Something's gone wrong
Somebody crossed some wires Now I'm about to
Cross some lines
Sometimes I feel like
I feel like my mind is gone
It's about to be a homicide
Somebody dying tonight
Sometimes I feel like
Inside me something's
Gone wrong
Somebody crossed some wires Now I'm about to
Cross some lines
Hide your hopes
Hide your tears
You can hide
Almost anything you want
But never could you
Hide your fears
Never could you hide your hopes
Never could you hide your dope
What Nigga
You thought I didn't know
You thought
I didn't do
My due diligence before Thought I was a soft ass
Send off ass
Been off that lost ass
This ain't my first rodeo
Nigga trust that
Ask about me motherfucker Comcast
They say the statute
Up I say fuck that
Still won't tell a nigga
Trust that
Cause some shit
You just can't take back
Now where them racks
On racks on racks at
That's the last time
That I ever say that
The next time
I ain't gon' say jack
That's a fortune right there
It ain't comin' back
I'm wonder what you did
To get karma mad
I wonder what you did
To send you down that path
Runnin' off at the mouth
Writing checks
You couldn't cash
Talkin' all tough
Now look at your ass
Them muscles couldn't help you
When them niggas
Start to blast
Plus they make you slow
At least that's what I heard
But I ain't gon' test you
Nigga that sounds absurd
Unless I plan to
Leave you messy
All on the curb
Nigga your soul
Out the earth
You can keep that buff shit
All in your shirt
Cause niggas right here
Love putting in the work
Niggas right here
Don't care about bars
Just seein' your body
On the ground nigga jerk
Face down
Sometimes I feel like
I feel like my mind is gone
It's boutta be a homicide
Somebody dying tonight
Sometimes I feel like
Inside me
Something's gone wrong
Somebody crossed some wires
Now I'm about to
Cross some lines
Sometimes I feel like
I feel like my mind is gone
It's boutta be a homicide somebody dying tonight
Sometimes I feel like
Inside me
Something's gone wrong
Somebody crossed some wires
Now I'm about to
Cross some lines
Why you motherfuckers
Wanna test me
Damn it
I was just tryin' to live stress-free
Now I'm strappin' on the vest
Bombs all around my chest
And a rag around my head again
About to get messy
The outlaw Jesse James
That's my name
22 revolver grippin' in my aim
I got the Mossberg 12-gauge
I call it my thingamajigm
You target practice
I ain't shootin' at the range
You was talkin' to me strange
Now I'm talkin' to my gang
Settin' up a Midwest hit
Comin' from the plains
Heard you wanna
Snatch a camp chain
We don't give a goddang
We was on that peace thing
Didn't want that beef steak
Then you started trippin
We ain't bloodin'
We ain't crippin'
But we represent the camp gang
We ain't bullshittin'
Got a hundred motherfuckers
And everybody spittin'
So you better start runnin
And duckin'
Hoppin' and skippin'
Yeah we fuckin' with ya
Why do I feel this inside me
Am I evil
I don't know but
I don't really like people
I be gettin' these urges
To grab a knife or slice people
Why they fuckin' with me
How come all serial killers
Are white people
I don't know but
I keep runnin' this fever
I got a headache
And I'm throwin' up
Until I'm dry heavin
And they keep fuckin' with me
I'm a little unbalanced
So why the fuck
Would you wanna keep pushin'
You're fuckin' with
A live IED hid in the bushes
Don't give a shit
Who it hits or it touches
And you keep fuckin' with it
I really hope that you get it
Don't give a shit who you with
Don't give a shit if I'm wrong
Standing strong
Unloadin' this fully out
And it soundin' like the toms
That you hear in this song
Do do do do do do
Sometimes I feel like
I feel like my mind is gone
It's about to be a homicide
Somebody dying tonight
Sometimes I feel like
Inside me
Something's gone wrong
Somebody crossed some wires
Now I'm about to
Cross some lines
Sometimes I feel like
I feel like my mind is gone
It's about to be a homicide
Somebody dying tonight
Sometimes I feel like
Inside me
Something's gone wrong
Somebody crossed some wires
Now I'm about to
Cross some lines
Somebody crossed some lines
Now I'm about to
Cross some lines

Written by:
Jessie Mathis, Monroe Dunbar

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