Correct me if I'm wrong These days hard to tell who to trust These days hard to tell who to trust man Correct me if I'm wrong Staying true to yourself is a must Staying true to yourself is a must man Correct me if I'm wrong I don't want the fame I just want the bucks I don't want the fame I just want the bucks man Correct me if I'm wrong In the end we all end up dust In the end we all end up dust man Correct me if I'm wrong Riding down the boulevard clean than a bitch Everyone waiving at me taking my pic (taking my pic) They so called want to be my friend: they not slick If my pockets wasn't thick they would be gone quick Hit the left lane tipping as I tap that blinker With a bad mamacita crawling slow on the feeder Saw jack boy creeping with a side eye Cup colors look similar to tie-dye Big time that's not fat Roll'-ie on my wrist (my wrist) Boys talking down I got haters in my mix (my mix) Made a lot of profit On that swish But there's too [?] broke for most so they pissed man Correct me if I'm wrong These days hard to tell who to trust These days hard to tell who to trust man Correct me if I'm wrong Staying true to yourself is a must Staying true to yourself is a must man Correct me if I'm wrong I don't want the fame I just want the bucks I don't want the fame I just want the bucks man Correct me if I'm wrong In the end we all end up dust In the end we all end up dust man Correct me if I'm wrong Back when I was broke it was all good Nobody jealous when you poor it was understood I never had to watch my back for a hater Nobody envious when you ain't got no paper But I could sell water to a rain cloud Now I got that bread everybody got their hand out I got a good heart I tend to try to help them, (try to help them) Lord help them running game on me ain't helping As soon as I leave they talk down every time They point out my flaws but they don't mention my grind Fake friends turn foe at the drop of a dime But really they just want what's mine Correct me if I'm wrong These days hard to tell who to trust These days hard to tell who to trust man Correct me if I'm wrong Staying true to yourself is a must Staying true to yourself is a must man Correct me if I'm wrong I don't want the fame I just want the bucks I don't want the fame I just want the bucks man Correct me if I'm wrong In the end we all end up dust In the end we all end up dust man Correct me if I'm wrong