Correct Me If I'm Wrong - Paul Wall

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 b****

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 a fact (!wth u say Paul? !)

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 switch/swish

!But that’s/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