I don't wanna be right (3x) I rather live A lonely life Everyday I wake up I still think About the past I would wake-up In the morning With the same clothes On my back I would take the money That I made And give it to my dad I was present On the block But I was absent In the class Oooooh So hard For a young brother I hardly saw my self And barely Every saw my mother I got In trouble every-day Because I loved the drama Didn't understand How my first name Had changed To brandy's brother I grew up Insight of you Everybody know I was a fool Red laces In my tennis shoes I blow money On my dead Homies funerals The critics say I'm out Acting a fool I'm tired Of being excused I'm putting out These sex tapes I'm just living my life Just because I'm making money And my chain so bright I make the night time day Cause my wrist so light I don't wanna be right (3x) I rather live A lonely life