Wrong One-Marco Polo/Wordsworth

"Don't get me wrong" "Yo, don't get me wrong" "After this you're good as gone" What up? I ain't got no pity for y'all No mercy, misery was spitting these bars If you caught a jaw for being as stupid as you lyrically are Most of the crime in the city be solved Busy I get it, street smart, gritty and witty EMC click, hit every city as if The bigger I get, not physically but mentally fit My ego gotta be shipped just to go on trips I'm easily likable once you see what I can do Talk about me like Jesus in Bible school You trash, your LP and EPs recyclable You albums should be burnt to a CD-Rewritable Why would you think of approaching Words I know you heard, seen in stores, so control the urge In my own lane causing other roads to merge Hear the [?], clear the way when the chauffer turns I'm ready at all times (all times) So if you want yours come and get mine All y'all get in line No fear over here, I'm aware of you I'm not scared of you, nah I'm prepared for you From the streets to the stage You picked the wrong one Tryna get you a name You picked the wrong one Must have made a mistake You picked the wrong one You had the right idea But you picked the wrong one I go on tour and my whole squad comes We go places so far we send postcards from This is just my beginning so I know y'all done I'mma flood the whole scene till the Coast Guard come Don't y'all run, trying to escape is pointless My boys is everywhere that light and noise is So come out the dark from hiding I see you, my psychic count carats, that mark a diamond I'm climbing the charts, you slidin' My promo van scares y'all like the narc's inside it Brain ain't strong without a heart providin' Your boats inside of where sharks residing Don't seem sensible, ain't got a hint or clue Since you intentionally dispensed what I meant to do Interviews askin' who do I listen to No one but me, who you came to see Don't get me wrong, my history is centuries long So don't try to off me just to get you on No sign up or filling out an entry form What you envy will wind up eventually pawned Smooth jazz, paycheck, rip it's gone Whatever asphalt, grass, or cement we on At any event performed Done before the fans even walked through the door To have their tickets torn You picked the wrong one, wrong time, wrong person Wrong window, wrong door, wrong curtain Flip how I spit every song, no cursin' DJs think they're playing the wrong version So get it correct, 'cause it the wrong tree you're barking up Turn that tree into your coffin like a carpenter Keep your mouth shut, voice preserve When I talk it's never the wrong choice of words