Might Be Wrong

Vince Staples & James Fauntleroy & Haneef Talib - R&B, Rap
Might Be Wrong
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Duration: 4:00
Lyrics
[Chorus: James Fauntleroy] I might be wrong, might be guilty You might be right, oh (This time) You tried to warn me, swore it would kill me I sacrificed Die to the world, I took the money (Wouldn't you?) So for my life Couldn't sleep at night, should've seen the crib, though So fucking nice [Interlude: Haneef Talib] Speaking on the unjust way the justice system is justifying crimes against our kind Justice is supposed to be blind, but continue to cross color lines "Hands up, don't shoot?" You shot "Stand your ground?" Blacks don't own no ground to stand on, so we stand on our words "Black and hooded" is the official probable cause for cops to keep weapons drawn "I can't breathe" through the chokeholds and gun smoke These realities drift in the pen to inform Black boys and men of the dangers outside their doors Slain in society by sworn protectors, protected by their peers Grand juries full of friends, no charges brought against them They kill and arrest us, transgress and oppress us [Interlude: Vince Staples & Haneef Talib] Damn, cuz It don't even matter, you can start from the beginning [Pre-Chorus: James Fauntleroy] Oh, oh, oh, oh Hey, ayy (Hey) Hey, ayy [Chorus: James Fauntleroy] I might be wrong, might be guilty You might be right, oh (This time) You tried to warn me, swore it would kill me I sacrificed Die to the world, I took the money (Wouldn't you?) So for my life Couldn't sleep at night, should've seen the crib, though So fucking nice [Interlude: Haneef Talib & Vince Staples] They searching, they searching cells Hold on, cuz (Oh, it's the—) There's police in this motherfucker, you don't hear them? You ain't hear the alarms? Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven Another day in Ironwood [Pre-Chorus: James Fauntleroy] Oh, oh, oh, oh Hey, ayy (Hey) Hey, ayy [Chorus: James Fauntleroy] I might be wrong, might be guilty You might be right, oh (This time) You tried to warn me, swore it would kill me I sacrificed Die to the world, I took the money (Wouldn't you?) So for my life Couldn't sleep at night, should've seen the crib, though So fucking nice
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Credits
- Writers
- Steve Wyreman
- No I.D.
- Vince Staples
- James Fauntleroy