Correction Lyrics Exhibit G (Submission) by Jay Electronica

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Don't you make me do wrong, do wrong
No, don't you make me do wrong, do wrong
Yeah

This ain't the end, but we justifying the means
Closet full of skeletons, testifying with screams
Haters wanna rip off my jacket like Billie Jean
N***a we gon' get this sh*t cracking by any means

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Don't make me do wrong, baby)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah)
No

Yeah
Came a long way from the bottom, Our Father
The world is a ghetto forever, Our Harlem
Hov saying, "Let's get this cheddar, why starve 'em?"
Flows only make me get bеtter, Five Star 'em
Obama on his sеcond Turn, I go and take the first one
And give it to these n***as line from bar, live in person
Puff still hitting me, n***a, what you scared?
Ty Ty looking at me like, "N***a, let's break bread"
40 nights on the grind, fighting cobras
N***as praying "Give me a sign," I'm like Moses
These rap n***as out of their minds, striking poses
The Black Moors coming to shrine and strike poses
The god Jeymes Samuel, son of Ademola
Tucked in, hurling Molotovs at the seminar
Cast a whole spell on the game like a minotaur
Beyond the battlefield of love, Pat Benatar
Don't you make me do wrong, do wrong
No, don't you make me do wrong, do wrong
Yeah
Don't you make me do wrong, do wrong
No

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