Rights for Wrongs by Rome Fortune Lyrics
[Intro: Rome Fortune]
Yeah, I said
I said, Yeah
[Verse 1: Rome Fortune]
Yeah, looked at my pockets right
Fuck you think I saw?
Wishing I ain't had this life
But, for the right I did some wrong
Hey, now I was riding down Peach Tree
With a bad bitch suckers can't see me
I'm trying to quit all this smoking but I think weed
Carries the fact that I'm a [?]
Like, these niggas telling these hoes about me
The CIG hoes, I'm a real nigga she see it she goes
But what I say?
So drop it for me, and bring the paper to me
I mean if I could fuck you, these niggas hatin' on me
I mean it's crazy man, I'm just a rhyme pursuer
I get it, I spit it, I do it
She spit it, I hit it, I move it
She's textin', she's callin', she's choosin'
I'm livin' my life nigga not coolin'
I like your style but you really ain't for me
[Verse 2]
Said, looked at my pockets right
Fuck you think I saw?
Wishing I ain't had this life, but, for the right
Yeah, I said, huh, still driving but she rolling up
I make it high, and pull up on the swollen bud
She sayin' that shit it's hard for me to hold a, uh, conversation
I mean she's from the city, but she thinks I'm gonna save her
A naked hustler, might turn into paper
Relations, never those with her type
Get wasted, had the time of my life
Erased it, her ass bounce worth a few regrets
I said erased it, her ass bounce worth a few regrets
Yeah, I said
I said, uh
[Outro: Rome Fortune]
Yeah, looked in my pockets, right?
What you think I saw?
Wish I ain't had this life
Yeah, I said
I said, Yeah
[Verse 1: Rome Fortune]
Yeah, looked at my pockets right
Fuck you think I saw?
Wishing I ain't had this life
But, for the right I did some wrong
Hey, now I was riding down Peach Tree
With a bad bitch suckers can't see me
I'm trying to quit all this smoking but I think weed
Carries the fact that I'm a [?]
Like, these niggas telling these hoes about me
The CIG hoes, I'm a real nigga she see it she goes
But what I say?
So drop it for me, and bring the paper to me
I mean if I could fuck you, these niggas hatin' on me
I mean it's crazy man, I'm just a rhyme pursuer
I get it, I spit it, I do it
She spit it, I hit it, I move it
She's textin', she's callin', she's choosin'
I'm livin' my life nigga not coolin'
I like your style but you really ain't for me
[Verse 2]
Said, looked at my pockets right
Fuck you think I saw?
Wishing I ain't had this life, but, for the right
Yeah, I said, huh, still driving but she rolling up
I make it high, and pull up on the swollen bud
She sayin' that shit it's hard for me to hold a, uh, conversation
I mean she's from the city, but she thinks I'm gonna save her
A naked hustler, might turn into paper
Relations, never those with her type
Get wasted, had the time of my life
Erased it, her ass bounce worth a few regrets
I said erased it, her ass bounce worth a few regrets
Yeah, I said
I said, uh
[Outro: Rome Fortune]
Yeah, looked in my pockets, right?
What you think I saw?
Wish I ain't had this life