Must Be Wrong

[Verse 1: Laws] You wanna make him your messiah? I can take you higher I’m looking down at your top man so why you put him on the top fam? See, we is a rock band, he playing 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 class, making noises I’m more of a grade A, making every day like mayday when I’m raising 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 fuck? You say we close but no we isn’t, that ain’t even a photo finish He got bettors ripping up they tickets, he ain’t painting no picture, he tripping You buying into an image in two days? Maybe ha-ha He a medical miracle having no heart, he got me ready to walk Before the show start, I ain’t in danger, he ain’t throwing no darts It’s like Larry, Curly and Moe versus Mozart I ain’t looking 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 trying to live right I rap like I’m broke and I’m dying at midnight And this is the last dance, this is my last chance I’m feeling under pressure ‘cause he making 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 tripping if it’s right or wrong, c‘mon He a pretty slick jam and a punch line, my flow like Nick Cannon, Drumline He saying he round them cannons, front lines, he been chilling with the captain He one time, my skill, 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 thinking 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, trying to love this game till it has a baby It’s crazy, I’m a classic that you ain’t used to, guess I’m yesterday’s future Rather be living in the past than chilling in the mash Trying to make up stories and fool you, I’m real for better or worse That’s why everybody trying to get a Laws verse I must be wrong, well am I wrong? No [Hook]