Z MARTIN - Right or Wrong Lyrics

I said right or wrong
I ride for my circle before I ride alone
On the phone
Looking for the person that's gon' hold me down
On the road
I like my alone time
So I might go ghost
And if I don't hit you back
It don't always mean adios
No
Playing for keeps, why you keep playing with a winner
Praying for peace, why you keep playing with your dinner
Why you playing with me
Look in the mirror
Everything you want to be
It couldn't be any clearer
Look at me, ain't where I'm supposed to be
You still can't get close to me
I'm right where you hoped to be
Ain't nobody holding me
I never switch
You not controlling me
Head been in the gutter
You on the bowling team
My pen forever froze
It's nobody that's as cold as me
Always wear a hoodie
When it's warming up to wear a T
I volunteered myself to be the King
I go and light the beam
Sit and write these verses before I make a hook
Like Kareem
Teach all of my sons to read a Book
Like they CP3
How you get a bucket
When you only talk behind the screen
I just bought a new fit, wait till I rocket like Jalen Green
I only want two kids
I need to find me a bride-to-be
All these broads keep trying me
Jumping to conclusions
There ain't nothing you can find on me
I don't say a word unless I'm in the booth
And it's hard as freak
Prioritize my peace
It's nobody that can bother me
Nobody that is stopping me
Right or wrong
I ride for my circle before I ride alone
On the phone
Looking for the person that's gon' hold me down
On the road
I like my alone time
So I might go ghost
And if I don't hit you back
It don't always mean adios
No
Playing for keeps, why you keep playing with a winner
Praying for peace, why you keep playing with your dinner
Why you playing with me
Look in the mirror
Everything you want to be
It couldn't be any clearer
Told my brothers I'll be back when I make it
And when I'm gone, they got the chance
They gon' take it
I'm in the zone
I can't play no man if they paid me
You on the phone making payments
I'm trying to Bmore like you
Like the Ravens
Spread my wings and eat
I clean my plate before I dip
On the interstate
Send three girls on they route
I'm making trips
I'm in the South
I keep it cool cause it get hot up in the whip
Stopping by the weigels
Fill it all the way up to the lid
Forty-four ounces, I'm Barack when I sip
It's on the rocks when I sip
On the mountain top where I sit
I'm getting lonely
All my people go missing
I still feel like I'm the old me
If people start to listen
You could finally get to know me