Ain't Right - Real Boston Richey & Future

Wasting away at your job (that ain't right) Are you fronting on my squad? (that ain't right) And you're always acting hard (that ain't right) Nah, that ain't right, no no no Trying to pull my card (that ain't right) Continuing this facade (that ain't right) Calling yourself God (that ain't right) Nah, that ain't right, shit ain't like that While emcees were burning ism I earned degrees in journalism Learning the system and about how freedom of speech is worth killing for But watch what you say in all those interviews You're in limbo? Well, we're in limbo too Contact the dead to get advice from Ann Landers Transmit personal problems like head lice in bandanas The big man on campus has delusions of grandeur Doing a thesis on ebonics, unconsciously using poor grammar Your mannerisms are suitable to cancer victims How much opposition does it take for your stance or position To dance to this rhythm? (you're jignorant, baby) Dance to this rhythm (go ahead, baby) Ah, forget it; it's actually accepted for rappers to have no ethics Their albums would benefit if they put in half the effort I attended candlelight vigils for Matthew Sheppard While you put out another "fuck you, faggot" record I blame my hate mail on typographical errors, correct the misspellings And then send out "thank you" notes for the love letters Accept rejection when I get a return to sender Reject acceptance when the girl's got an agenda I've entered this brave new world of true cowards Talking about, "no one goes to shows no more, they're too crowded" So they stay home and burn shit, then they say "I downloaded your life off the net, totally worth it" It's 2000, time to stop acting like assholes It ain't about backpackers or cash flow Fashionable afros, salon-style dreads or frat clothes And it ain't about these fucking loud mouths shouting "battle!" African medallions didn't sell platinum albums That's part of the reason why you think hip-hop died It was here before you were. It'll be here in the future Life's not a bitch, she's just sick of being personified That Ain't Right This household is filled with the half-deads They've got a mouthful of pills because they're crack heads They shout that I'm ill, but they're doubtful of skill With the type of stabbing that turns my back red I don't blast lead, I write until my pen explodes All over fashion dreads and your Ecko clothes I don't listen when they say "shit ain't ever gonna change" And they say I ain't got no soul

She got her daddy's tongue and temper Sometimes her mouth could use a filter God shook his head the day he built her Oh, but I bet he smiled She loves and lives her life, unruly Tears up that dirt road up in a dualy Dangerous, absolutely And in a little while She'll be roundin' that corner on three wheels Ain't slowin down, yellin, "Come on, jump in" Always up to somethin, crazy, got nothin' on her She ain't right She ain't right She ain't right But she's just right for me She says she wants to meet my momma I said, "I don't think you oughta Be like mixin' oil and water" But by midnight, she had Momma on the coffee table, dancin' Comin' unwound Good God, I swear, can't take her anywhere What's the girl gonna do next? She ain't right She ain't right She ain't right But she's just right for me Every once in a while, she gives me that smile And says, "I just don't see somebody like you Lovin' somebody like me" She ain't right No, she ain't right She ain't right She ain't right She ain't right But she's just right, she's just right She's just right for me Mmm, she's just right, she's just right She ain't right but she's just right for me

Took myself on to the doctor wasn't feeling fine I had a fever 104 Oh that blew my mind Must be I had enough 'Bout to explode from the gossip I said Thought my friend had my back Just to stab oh yeah Hurts so bad when I talk Wanna take something Numb the pain I know it ain't right Come face to face with her Gotta tell her how I feel inside Ooh hoo you ain't right Ooh hoo sick and tired Yeah yeah yeah yeah The doctor said he'd give me something And I'd be alright I still feel queezy, feel uneasy No more drugs for me Friendships I cherish oh Let very few in the circle I said These walls I don't let down Not very easily Some friends you grow old with And they'll be there 'til the very end I do believe that But not with her like I thought Let her in and I'll get stabbed again Ooh hoo you ain't right Ooh hoo sick and tired Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Turn up hard, I'm finna get in my fuckin' mode Uh, uh I might pull up with your boo Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup Don't matter how thick the bitch is, I won't put her before my loot I'm fresh as fuck, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh You will never catch me telling another nigga what I won't do I be DM'ing bitches too I be liking pictures too If I like it, I'ma shoot If I strike it, then you might see that bitch slidin' up my coupe If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on snoozе Bitch, I make my calls, fuck these old niggas, ain't paying my duеs She gon' lick it all, that's the only way she come to my room If you pay for a hit,, don't never call my phone, just check the news I can't pay for a hit 'cause these niggas that I'm with, they with the shits I can't take a pic 'cause if my bitch see it, she gon' think I hit If we make a flick, bitch, we gotta use my phone, bitch, you ain't slick Out here doing wrong to make it right, that's why I'm trappin' bricks You out here doing wrong, hatin' on the youngins like Uncle Ice I ain't gotta use my phone, I get on 'Iami time and go and swipe Nigga want a feature, tell him to bring me fifty, that's just my price If not, it's nice to meet you, I'm really lit for life, this ain't no hype I might pull up with your boo Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup Don't matter how thick the bitch is, I won't put her before my loot I'm fresh as fuck, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh You will never catch me telling another nigga what I won't do I be DM'ing bitches too I be liking pictures too If I like it, I'ma shoot If I strike it, then you might see that bitch slidin' up my coupe If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute I might wake up, blow some cheese I might go to sleep off that lean I might drip your bitch Celine Twenty-three hundred, that's just on jeans Yeah, New Year's with the stars, I be comin' out way too clean I done ran it up off these trees, now I run it up off these beats I done ran it up out the streets, I done ran it up off these keys I might bless a ho if she sneeze, fuck you, bitch, no, you can leave Back in the day, these hoes ain't wanna fuck, now they tryna meet Real runner-up, thuggin' in these streets, nigga, just hand me my cleats I'm way up out that nigga league Trappin' bricks from Florida to Middle East They say she gon' be a freak, only in the sheets But if she do that, I'ma go and buy that bitch a mink My bitches don't wear pink Ain't talking 'bout no colors, I'm talkin' 'bout that shit that be cheap How the fuck you YIC and you got signed to FBG? I can't take a pic 'cause if my bitch see it, she gon' think I hit If we make a flick, bitch, we gotta use my phone, bitch, you ain't slick I might pull up with your boo Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup Don't matter how thick the bitch is, I won't put her before my loot I'm fresh as fuck, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh You will never catch me telling another nigga what I won't do I be DM'ing bitches too I be liking pictures too If I like it, I'ma shoot If I strike it, then you might see that bitch slidin' up my coupe If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute I'm way up out that nigga league Trappin' bricks from Florida to Middle East They say she gon' be a freak, only in the sheets But if she do that, I'ma go and buy that bitch a mink