Anomaly, Tommy 760, Street Victim, Stoney P, Zakiah, Silas G, J.A.G. - Wrong Way Lyrics

Yeah
I been driving all day
Money on my mind, I been trynna get paid
Really ain’t a thing, tell a bitch wrong way
Acting like I owe you, but you know that I been focused
You ain’t gonna screw me up, I been driving all day
Money on my mind, I been trynna get paid
Really ain’t a thing, tell a bitch wrong way
Acting like I owe you, but you know that I been focused
You ain’t gonna screw me up, I been driving all day
Work all day, no play, I’m too focused on the game
Caught the lane, never using the same flow again
Unashamed, blessed be the rain
It's Zakiah and the gang, fighting against the grain
Far from plain, a little strange
Hit the beat and then explain, sum it up on the pad, don’t be afraid
It’ll drive you insane, tryna hide from your pain
Been there, once upon a time I hated my name
Ripped up my heart, strike it direct until it’s slain
Let another person in, and they fumble the same
Gotta learn to let it go, have to handle the strain that’s been attached to my shame from
Things I didn't wanna say
Can’t help but fear being stuck in a place underneath expectations I’m struggling to meet
Knock me down, I get back on my feet
Defeat won’t be so sweet when you realize I’m coming back with ten times the heat
New releases, every week
People sleepin, yet you’re peepin
How I’m creeping my way into the game
Did it myself, no cheating, and I ain’t ever retreating
I been driving all day
Money on my mind, I been trynna get paid
Really ain’t a thing, tell a bitch wrong way
Acting like I owe you, but you know that I been focused
You ain’t gonna screw me up, I been driving all day
Ooo, watch how I rock with top down
Don’t drive a Beamer, the Kia gets around
Opened up my mind, and sold a picture worth a couple slips
I hope she doesn’t mind if I record it, make a couple flicks
She a movie star, and I reward her like a queen n shit
Geeked up, smoking in a car I can’t afford and shit
She was there for me when the world was falling off a bit
My woman of the sand, and I’m the Alchemist
I’ma try and make it right for myself
All the pain that I’ve been feeling is the only way to deal with moving on
I keep my mind on a shelf just to try and stop the thinking
Cause the memories are shredding like a saw
She wanna rub up on my waist baby
I don’t mean to front, but the things you heard about me dead wrong
Stoney’s on a roll, staying stoned it’s a ball
Come on babygirl, sing along it’s your song
I just wanna know at the end of the day, all my brother’s staying paid, and our music go hard
I been staying up every night just to pray to a God I’ll never trust, cause I know he’s in us all
I know if I’m right, then the Lord press record for the boy on this track even though it sounds wrong
What I’m tryna say is if I’m made in the image Yahweh, wanted brother it’s been you all along
Driving through these streets, had another stressful week
Gotta lot on my mind, so I’m searching for relief
Tryna find it in a sheet of paper
Tryna to write my feelings down, cause I can’t escape them
Hate not having you around at the end of the day
I just can’t seem to find the words I don’t know what to say
I’ve been trying to make this right
Things are all out of place, so I go out at night
I go outside and I pray, Lord please show me the way
I been driving all day
Money on my mind, I been trynna get paid
Really ain’t a thing, tell a bitch wrong way
Acting like I owe you, but you know that I been focused
You ain’t gonna screw me up, I been driving all day
Money on my mind, I been trynna get paid
Really ain’t a thing, tell a bitch wrong way
Acting like I owe you, but you know that I been focused
You ain’t gonna screw me up, I been driving all day
I been driving all day, I’m going dumb with it
Got the homie in the past straight posted on my road rage
Cause we posted in that traffic
Told the homie fuck that, and started smashing through these lanes
And these goofies on the side, taking pictures of the whip
So the homie tried to pull that thang out
And thought about annihilation, and straight popped up in his head
And he accepted all the facts about that prison life
But I tapped up on the homie and I told him not trip out, and he kinda bounced back
But I’m stressin, I just need a little fuck it in my system
So I light it up and blaze one
I’m just stressin, and I’m driving
Yeah I’m stressin, and I’m driving
Yeah I’m stressin
Yeah fuck it
I been driving all day
Money on my mind I been trynna get paid
Really ain’t a thing, tell a bitch wrong way
Acting like I owe you but you know that I been focused
You ain’t gonna screw me up I been driving all day
Driving all day, money on my mind I been tryna get paid
Really ain’t a thing, tell a bitch wrong way
Acting like I owe you, but you know that I’ve been focused
I’ve been driving all day

Yeah
I been driving all day
Money on my mind, I been trynna get paid
Really ain’t a thing, tell a bitch wrong way
Acting like I owe you, but you know that I been focused
You ain’t gonna screw me up, I been driving all day
Money on my mind, I been trynna get paid
Really ain’t a thing, tell a bitch wrong way
Acting like I owe you, but you know that I been focused
You ain’t gonna screw me up, I been driving all day
Work all day, no play, I’m too focused on the game
Caught the lane, never using the same flow again
Unashamed, blessed be the rain
It's Zakiah and the gang, fighting against the grain
Far from plain, a little strange
Hit the beat and then explain, sum it up on the pad, don’t be afraid
It’ll drive you insane, tryna hide from your pain
Been there, once upon a time I hated my name
Ripped up my heart, strike it direct until it’s slain
Let another person in, and they fumble the same
Gotta learn to let it go, have to handle the strain that’s been attached to my shame from
Things I didn't wanna say
Can’t help but fear being stuck in a place underneath expectations I’m struggling to meet
Knock me down, I get back on my feet
Defeat won’t be so sweet when you realize I’m coming back with ten times the heat
New releases, every week
People sleepin, yet you’re peepin
How I’m creeping my way into the game
Did it myself, no cheating, and I ain’t ever retreating
I been driving all day
Money on my mind, I been trynna get paid
Really ain’t a thing, tell a bitch wrong way
Acting like I owe you, but you know that I been focused
You ain’t gonna screw me up, I been driving all day
Ooo, watch how I rock with top down
Don’t drive a Beamer, the Kia gets around
Opened up my mind, and sold a picture worth a couple slips
I hope she doesn’t mind if I record it, make a couple flicks
She a movie star, and I reward her like a queen n shit
Geeked up, smoking in a car I can’t afford and shit
She was there for me when the world was falling off a bit
My woman of the sand, and I’m the Alchemist
I’ma try and make it right for myself
All the pain that I’ve been feeling is the only way to deal with moving on
I keep my mind on a shelf just to try and stop the thinking
Cause the memories are shredding like a saw
She wanna rub up on my waist baby
I don’t mean to front, but the things you heard about me dead wrong
Stoney’s on a roll, staying stoned it’s a ball
Come on babygirl, sing along it’s your song
I just wanna know at the end of the day, all my brother’s staying paid, and our music go hard
I been staying up every night just to pray to a God I’ll never trust, cause I know he’s in us all
I know if I’m right, then the Lord press record for the boy on this track even though it sounds wrong
What I’m tryna say is if I’m made in the image Yahweh, wanted brother it’s been you all along
Driving through these streets, had another stressful week
Gotta lot on my mind, so I’m searching for relief
Tryna find it in a sheet of paper
Tryna to write my feelings down, cause I can’t escape them
Hate not having you around at the end of the day
I just can’t seem to find the words I don’t know what to say
I’ve been trying to make this right
Things are all out of place, so I go out at night
I go outside and I pray, Lord please show me the way
I been driving all day
Money on my mind, I been trynna get paid
Really ain’t a thing, tell a bitch wrong way
Acting like I owe you, but you know that I been focused
You ain’t gonna screw me up, I been driving all day
Money on my mind, I been trynna get paid
Really ain’t a thing, tell a bitch wrong way
Acting like I owe you, but you know that I been focused
You ain’t gonna screw me up, I been driving all day
I been driving all day, I’m going dumb with it
Got the homie in the past straight posted on my road rage
Cause we posted in that traffic
Told the homie fuck that, and started smashing through these lanes
And these goofies on the side, taking pictures of the whip
So the homie tried to pull that thang out
And thought about annihilation, and straight popped up in his head
And he accepted all the facts about that prison life
But I tapped up on the homie and I told him not trip out, and he kinda bounced back
But I’m stressin, I just need a little fuck it in my system
So I light it up and blaze one
I’m just stressin, and I’m driving
Yeah I’m stressin, and I’m driving
Yeah I’m stressin
Yeah fuck it
I been driving all day
Money on my mind I been trynna get paid
Really ain’t a thing, tell a bitch wrong way
Acting like I owe you but you know that I been focused
You ain’t gonna screw me up I been driving all day
Driving all day, money on my mind I been tryna get paid
Really ain’t a thing, tell a bitch wrong way
Acting like I owe you, but you know that I’ve been focused
I’ve been driving all day