LAWS - Must Be Wrong lyrics

[Verse 1: Laws] You wanna make him your messiah? I can take you higher, I'm lookin' down at your top man So why you put him on the top fam? See, we is a rock band, he playin' Wii on his Rock Band So I never envy that he got fans ‘cause I MC like god damn I ain't no wet behind the ears, sit behind my peers in cla** Makin' noises, I'm more of a grade A Makin' every day like mayday when I'm raisin' voices Like a father figure, I don't got to be a quitter and accept it We gave you choices, now you gotta support me Before I'm rich and I race Rolls Royces You fans put your money on any failure And you got me like what the f**? You say we close but no we isn't, that ain't even a photo finish He got bettors rippin' up they tickets He ain't paintin' no picture, he trippin' You buying into an image in two days? Maybe haha He a medical miracle havin' no heart He got me ready to walk before the show start I ain't in danger, he ain't throwin' no darts It's like Larry, Curly and Moe versus Mozart I ain't lookin' for a place on no charts But if he the new number one, guess I must be wrong I guess I'm wrong, guess again [Hook: Laws & Paul McCartney] I don't believe in your heroes That was cool but it's time for the real though I must be wrong, I must be wrong, I must be wrong I don't believe in your heroes That was cool but it's time for the real though I must be wrong, I must be wrong, I must be wrong [Verse 2: Laws] He rap 'bout dough ‘cause he tryin' to live right I rap like I'm broke and I'm dyin' at midnight And this is the last dance, this is my last chance I'm feeling under pressure ‘cause he makin' your wrist brights And my friendship bracelet frayed, if he get paid I must be wrong because I work twice as strong I'm not trippin' if it's right or wrong, c‘mon He a pretty slick jam and a punch line My flow like Nick Cannon, Drumline He sayin' he 'round them cannons, front lines He been chillin' with the captain, he one time My sk**, you can hardly measure I'mma leave the script flipped like McCartney records You kidding? The minute that you start to step up The paramedics pull apart the stretcher Even when I go slow-mo, got the people like "Oh my god" Got you thinkin' I go for broke when it's really just more promo But one rookie don't slow no show He a snitch on the low, low, low Tryna to love this game till it has a baby It's crazy, I'm a cla**ic that you ain't used to Guess I'm yesterday's future Rather be livin' in the past than chillin' in the mash Tryna to make up stories and fool you I'm real for better or worse That's why everybody tryna to get a Laws verse I must be wrong, well am I wrong? No [Hook]