Testo Writing my wrongs Yg

Writing my wrongs

There comes a moment in every man's life
When he must face the mirror
And answer for the things he's done in the dark
Because sooner or later, gentlemen, the dark gives way to light
And when it does, it burns bright enough to see everything

Writin' my wrongs, I'm writin' my wrongs
Writin' my wrongs, I'm writin' my wrongs
I get faded, I'm writin' songs
I get faded and think about the ones who gone
Writin' my wrongs, I'm writin' my wrongs
Writin' my wrongs, I'm writin' my wrongs
Rich as fuck and feel alone
Love, liquor, and hoes, is Hell wher? I belong?

I did a lotta wrong, spint a lotta blocks
I'm the reason coupl? opps got popped
Robbed a couple that was eighty years old
Probably reason some of my blessings got blocked
Before Slim got shot, I told him to stop
Hangin' out on the block when you know it's hot
I should've did more, I'm sad I did not
Now my friend gone, I feel guilty lettin' tears dropCan't get that off my lid, pop a Perc', I'm off the grid
Young gangster, but I'm Pisces, sometime I'm soft as shit
Stand on ten, I'm is, keep it real, I'm is
Bought that bitch a car before I bought my mom a crib
Scandally, neglectin' in the family
Thoughts in my head, I'm fuckin' a new nanny
Scandally, you don't understand me
Told her what she wanna hear just to get them panties

Writin' my wrongs, I'm writin' my wrongs
Writin' my wrongs, I'm writin' my wrongs
I get faded, I'm writin' songs
I get faded and think about the ones who gone
Writin' my wrongs, I'm writin' my wrongs
Writin' my wrongs, I'm writin' my wrongs
Rich as fuck and feel alone
Love, liquor, and hoes, is Hell where I belong?

I love my baby boo, but I fucked her friend too
Thought I was slick, I turned around and fucked her whole crew
Baby boo found out about it and told me she was through
My triflin' ass tried to 'pologize by buyin' her a coupe
I'm a Westside nigga, that type shit we don't do
But listenin' to Future got me kinda confused
I admit the bitch got me breakin' rules
Told my main bitch, "My side bitch why I'm breakin' up with you"
Played me like a fool, all them fucked-up deals I signed
Hella young, gettin' fucked up, the drugs had my mind
The plug had my mind, the club had my mind
The Tree Top Pirus and the Bloods had my mind
Am I the reason gang got life?
This the type of shit I think at times
Even though I ain't know they was finna slide
Shouldn't have gave gang my bulletproof that night

Writin' my wrongs, I'm writin' my wrongs
Writin' my wrongs, I'm writin' my wrongs
I get faded, I'm writin' songs
I get faded and think about the ones who gone
Writin' my wrongs, I'm writin' my wrongs
Writin' my wrongs, I'm writin' my wrongs
Rich as fuck and feel alone
Love, liquor, and hoes, is Hell where I belong? (Ah)

Oh, open your heart (Open up)
Open up your mind (Open up)
Mm, you are safe in this place (Open up)
Just open up one time (Open up)