I Apologize

Hit-Boy

Had to take my jewelry off for this s**t man

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Had to take money out pocket and everything before I even start rappin'

Ooh yeah

Ooh yeah

Just so I get that feel again you know what I'm sayin'

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Back to that grind and hunger

Not like everybody else lil' b***h

Ooh wee

Last thing I dropped was some industry songs I thought was gon' be lit

Now I know if I keep doin' that I ain't gon' be s**t

I tried it

I can't make that s**t stronger from drinkin'

All the people that relate to me do not relate to Taylor Swift

Uh-uh

So I apologize

Apologize

For comin' to the studio and seein' dollar signs

Dollar signs

Instead of bein' real with y'all like how I'm traumatized

Traumatized

The s**t that happened to JB hit me so hard it made my mama cry

D**n

Speakin' of my mama yeah she still got a lot of time

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Lost my great-granny we knew she was almost out of time

I ain't cut them n***as off for nothin' they was out of line

N***as rappers to the fans have 'em singin' like Ty Dolla ign

Ooh yeah

I ain't no rapper I'm an artist

Done been in and out of jail so I gotta be the smartest

Put some season like Loris

Put the guns down from my past now I'm a target

Had to pick the guns back up case they start sparking

Woo

Real peace I'm tryna get closer to it

I can't find that in money 'cause I be blowin' through it

Free my commissary n***as and that b***h goin' through it

Few M's in cash bet you can't get to know me for it

Uh-uh

The real side of me

Real side

It's a broke me

Yeah

And the rich me owe him an apology

Really I hit the lottery

I did

And instead of being grateful

I just see people and let it bother me

Kylie made a billion I'm failin' in life I gotta be

She younger than me so I'm 'posed to have more money logically

Do no start thinkin' like that s**t don't apply to me

Kylie Jenner came from millions I come from poverty

Anybody born in the money they supposed to

You was gon' be dead at twenty that's what they told you

That's what they said

But instead you got rich and f**ked all the h*es that h*e'd you

All of 'em

Now it's time to make sure you don't go back to the old you

No you can't

Now I understand

I understand

I'm me so I ain't nothin' like no other man

When they was buyin' fix and never wearin' clothes twice

I was at auntie house tellin' Lau' Give me everything you don't like

What I got in common with these other rappers Nothin' n***a

Nothin'

They make theyselves feel real by hangin' with bummy n***as

Pull up to the trenches take some pictures let 'em clutch the blicky

That's why I be irritated when I gotta f**k with n***as

On my mama

I'ma tell you the truth

Man the truth

Ain't lettin' n***as get some money all that other s**t is stup'

I got b***hes got my n***as I got millions in the stu'

Trade my mansion for a cell over some call boy would you

Boy

But let you tell it you quick to blast gon' flip his a*s

Only six packs

That's it

Only muscle

That's all

N***as ain't tryna make love they 'bout to rape some

Hahahaha

That s**t funny but it's true

Hahaha

Better grow a brain 'fore it be you

'Fore it be you

Better think 'fore you try to be cool

Tryna be cool

Better look for some cameras before you shoot

I was that n***a before I had the cash

Yeah

In the club with my b***h still grabbin' a*s

Come here

God told me Son I'm not sendin' you to Hell

Even though I kill whoever caught 'em when I threw 'em shade

Amen

Don't let this go over your head I wouldn't told on nobody and I woulnd't go to jail n***a

You hear me

Don't let this go over your head I wouldn't told on nobody and I woulnd't go to jail n***a

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