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|Intro|
Bm F#H-Vac.
Big shout-out to Vince on the beat, by the way.
|Hook / Chorus|
Bm F#If I ain’t the greatest, on top of the waiters, they gotta be wrong.
F#They gotta be wrong.
Bm F#If you’re still debating and still throwing shade, then you gotta be wrong.
F#They gotta be wrong.
Bm F#I’ve been underrated, but deep down they know that they gotta be wrong.
F#They gotta be wrong.
Bm F#If guys on my side ain’t scared of the snakes, they gotta be wrong.
F#They gotta be wrong.
BmThey gotta be wrong
F#They gotta be wrong… (×9)
|Verse 1|
Bm F#To flip on my fam for some likes on the ’Gram — you gotta be wrong.
Bm F#Allow you to invade and disrupt all my plans — you gotta be wrong.
Bm F#Embarrass myself just to pick up some fans — you gotta be wrong.
Bm F#Follow you n---as to prove I’m the man? — you gotta be wrong.
Extort me for cash ’cause you think I’m your homie — you gotta be wrong.
In case you thought I would hang with some phonies — you gotta be wrong.
My scars are for real, my people, they know me — we gotta be strong.
I’ve been at the top and, no, it ain’t lonely — you gotta be wrong.
I came from the gutter where people get murked,
But we had to reform (schwa-schwa).
Don’t think we’re different — when push comes to shove
Best believe you’ve been warned (bu-bu-bu).
It’s kill or be killed if you’re tryna survive,
So which side are you on?
And how I been F----n’ this s---, oh my God,
Man, it had to be porn.
|Pre-Chorus|
Got Joker in the back of the Range Rover,
He’s dodgin’ the plain-clothes popo.
Last time I checked they were hopin’ to catch me,
But not even Bruce coulda came close.
Posted where none of you brothers can see me,
Yet you feel my presence — it gotta be known.
I don’t conform to your wacky opinions;
If you don’t dig it — you gotta be wrong.
|Chorus (repeat)|
If I ain’t the greatest… they gotta be wrong.
…(full chorus as above)
|Bridge / Refrain|
They gotta be wrong… (×9)
|Verse 2 (guest)|
I ain’t beggin’ for a freestyle — I went viral off a freestyle,
So you gotta be wrong.
Drip still sun-bright, neck to feet iced,
So you gotta be wrong.
That money deal gotta be long, and if it ain’t,
Somethin’ gotta be wrong.
Says he jelly — don’t count me,
I’m on the block like Cali, I ain’t gotta be long.
So why care what you talk ’bout? You haters Do the utmost,
So she gotta be wrong.
I’m rockin’ with the topmost, lit boy with cock nose,
So he gotta be wrong.
Tell a boy chill, I got eyes on your brother,
He wanna connect like a Wi-Fi server.
Chillin’ on hits or in beef with a rapper,
Once I get paid then it’s back to the matter — blah!
Actually, don’t mind me, she say she got a problem,
You should come find me.
Block’s on slide like “what?” —
Y’all dudes sound grimey.
I’m here and I’m tryna stay long,
Ain’t worried ’bout what y’all doin’.
Never spit a verse they considered “right,”
So if you have? You’re wrong — it’s gotta be wrong.
|Chorus / Outro|
(Repeat full hook)
They gotta be wrong… (fade)
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