Devin The Dude - Write & Wrong lyrics

(I think I'm ready, man I'm ready to rap) n***a, you just talkin sh**, man I don't wanna hear that sh** (Hey, I'm ready, man) Man, you been sayin that sh** (I'm ready to put it down) Yeah, yeah... (Show you that I'm down) Ha-ha, alright, alright We'll see, man This ain't no game, though [VERSE 1] Here, smoke some of this weed, so you can feel fine And you just might need a drink, you gotta think of a rhyme We can make the beat slow, so you can speed up the flow With some cool pimp sh** about some weed or some hoes Or supposed you do a song that you can jam with foreign dancers Or some growin-up-hard sh** with slim to none chances Maybe a familiar tune people already heard Let's call Morris, see how much he want for a bird Or f** it, f** it, let's strictly go pop Do anything for the women while mis-representin your block You can be famous in public with the right music and subject You can make millions, n***a, if you just make that million love it Imagine, you havin world tours, gettin paid Hoes throwin panties on the stage, gettin laid You don't have a Benz, but if you get on the mic and spit it You will have enough to get it, whatever you do, I'm with it [CHORUS] All you gots to do is (write) Share your problems with the world, tell the story of your life All you gots to do is (write) And they'll be right by your side, everything gon' be tight But when you're wrong, muthaf**as gonna talk about ya When you're wrong, muthaf**as gonna criticise ya When you're wrong, muthaf**as gonna talk about ya When you're wrong... (Some tell you it's a art, some tell you it's a shame) [VERSE 2] Now just be real with what you say and put some feelin up in it And since everybody's dyin, put some k**in up in it I be right here by your side smokin k** until you're finished And if you get writer's block, then n***a, chill for a minute And hold up, okay, I got a tight idea Just rap like you mad, the baddest muthaf**a out here Then b**hes will respect ya, n***as might try to check ya Nuts, money didn't getcha while them laws steady fetch ya But think about it - you got it? Then write it down Try your best to remember, don't worry now on how it sounds It's gonna be cool, and if you gonna keep rappin, it's on Just sacrifice your life and leave your problems at home Now there's a million muthaf**as like yourself think they deserve it If they get it before they do, they got to get they hands dirty So just study these lines and make sure you don't forget it Get on the mic and spit it, whatever you do, I'm with it [CHORUS] [VERSE 3] Now the world is your arena, and the panel of judges Made up of pimps, players, sneaky b**hes, con-men and hustlers I don't know why, but to qualify you must become one of these Make somethin happen with either rappin or sellin some cheese What, you're scared? n***a, sh**, this ain't the game to be in If you can't do for you and yours, then how you think you gon' win? Now where your n***as at? Get em together, then flip Now where them b**hes at? Buy em whatever to sip But see, you can't get player points taken away, so come real Disregard people's emotions, give a f** how one feels And you can witness other brothers walkin in the same path Wishin for champagne, caviar, and bubble bath You see, ah, that's the life that I lead And if you wanna follow a model, sit right by me And I can pa** you some weed, you fry it up, but let me hit it But get on the mic and spit it, whatever you do, I'm with it [CHORUS]