I GUESS IS WHERE IM SUPPOSED TO APOLOGIZE

[Intro]

[Verse 1]

Flexing ain't the same since I got a little richer

Quarter ounce for pain, I can't smoke a bow with ya

Pop you like some fetty, feel like I'm a body flipper

I wouldn't break a bone with ya

In the matte black coupe with that chrome in it

I push buttons on that Glock like a Sega Genesis

Hit ya ass with a tax like it's New York City

I'm in this bitch, I'm bagging packs, I'll put you in a Phillie

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Tires screeching off

Four lines wock sauce

AMG truck, park it where I want

A.R. In the trunk

Same size four year olds

Whole neck V’s and my .45 chrome

Triplеd up that cup just to feel it in my soul

How you love me when I don't еven love my own?

Why these groupie hoes won't leave me alone?

Shiesty with the fire, you can't see me

Flexing ain't the same on you broke bitches

If you ain't held my lane, I can't fuck with ya

Money and the fame, I've been too busy

Addy with that Xan, he a pill flipper

Need that California 'Rari

Broke lil shawty heart

Now she want me to say sorry

30 milli roxy got me crawling out my body

I could never fold, never switch, never sorry

So sorry, so sorry, so…