But I Can Be
4 in the AM
Trying to paint a profound picture
Holding the brush, won’t put it down
Till I put the right colors inside your sound system
You’re now witnessing a child born out of smoke clouds
And brown liquor without mixture
The color’s black that’s down in him
And now they say they can see the angels surrounding him
But I Can Be Wrong
But I Can Be Wrong
Roundtable, the plot’s thicker
On how to get to the crown quicker
Heavy is the head, but now, n*gga
You’re carrying a hundred extra pounds with you
Careful who says they’re down with you
Smile with you, frown with you
I hear the sound of mom’s voice saying
Watch out who you keep around with you
Know the angels are surrounding you
But I Can Be Wrong
But I Can Be Wrong
Fear, here we go again
Fear to hear and know the end
No emotion, focus in
When the world is noticing
What to be, what to see
From a seed bound to succeed
Whole life risky indeed
Rap, religion, whiskey and weed
Tell me what’s inside your pain
Tell me what’s inside your veins
Something more than the man’s treasure
Blood line from my ancestors
Passed down, passed ‘round
Last round, man down
Saved the town, say it now
Made a vow to stay around
But I Can Be Wrong
But I Can Be Wrong