I Feel Sorry

[Verse 1]

Mama only child, so I stressed her out

This another flow that I'm testing out

And I get dough when I leave my house

If you don't, man, I feel sorry

I do what I gotta do

I ain't even tryna depend on you

I just do what I'm supposed to do

That's feed the fam, keep it true

It's some people at my table hungry

It's some people at my table full

It's some people at my table starving

Man, I feel sorry

But that don't apply to me, I keep real G's on the side of me

They keep real G's on the side of them

So I don't even care if my vynal spin

Time will tell, I'ma win

We the best, we got next

We got techs, if you come test

Man, I feel sorry

350 in my Chevrolet

Nigga, straight up I pray everyday

In the city [?] plate

Niggas know Titi is the man in the A

I act like Diddy, I party everyday

With a half in the trunk, half in the tank

Get so high, I can't even think

Man, I feel sorry

Gucci this, Gucci that

Gucci [?] with the Gucci hat

Niggas fall off, and they come right back

You can't spend your whole life in that trap

[Chorus]

You can get with this, or you can get with that

Please believe, this is where it's at

You can get with this, or you can get with that

Please believe, this is where it's at

You can get with this, or you can get with that

Please believe, this is where it's at

You can get with this, or you can get with that

Please believe, this is where it's at

[Verse 2]

Mama only child, so I stressed her out

Tried to blame me for a messy house

Put [?] slept on the couch

I'm like man, I feel sorry

So I hit the streets, and I turned packs

I'm so deep, I can't turn back

I got soft, and it turned crack

I make money, and I turn stacks

Man, you need to learn that

Old news, OG's

Tryna come up off an OZ

Man, I feel sorry

I'm up on that, in my old school

We new niggas, and you old news

We all pros [?]

Y'all ho niggas [?]

We all real [?] you

We so ill, I showed you

We so trill, I'ma show you

Man, I feel sorry

When I sleep, I toss and turn

To the point where it's no return

I don't even know if I'm getting high, man, I think the blunt just burned

I know the days is long, I know I'm up all night

I'm tryna get it right, man, I feel sorry

And we go brick for brick, gat for gat

Bitch for bitch, stack for stack

Pound for pound, mic for mic

Man, we came to shoot dice tonight

Let's roll

[Chorus]

You can get with this, or you can get with that

Please believe, this is where it's at

You can get with this, or you can get with that

Please believe, this is where it's at

You can get with this, or you can get with that

Please believe, this is where it's at

You can get with this, or you can get with that

Please believe, this is where it's at