I'm Sorry
Yessir
Man shut down when they heard my ting
808x on the beat how I live
Lemme see ‘em 2’s in the air man
Yeah
Lemme see ‘em in a…, lemme see ‘em in a…
Lemme see ‘em in the air, lemme see ‘em in a…ay
It’s a vibe, back to business, let’s go
I came from humble beginnings where life is never that great
Where my only escape was dropping a mixtape
And the fruits of my labor are stolen by sour grapes
You spent most of the time with a bitch ‘cause he couldn’t play
So they started a plot about getting me out the way (Skrrr)
They try to run me over with the Chevrolet
No telling me what to do, fuck what they was trying to say
If I was chasing ahead, I'd pick Kayz or Elizée
I’ve been gone for a minute, I’m back in my own head
No more pouring double cups of the sprite and the cold meds
I don’t even like the club but a homie told me I’m sorted if I pull up
I prefer to sleep on my own bed
Never cared about the VIP, I’m shooting straight from the hip
Doing all I can for my city, don’t wanna end up like Nip, it’s crazy
Look over my shoulder, I spot a chip
That shit made me a boss so people don’t give me lip
Paid no fuck niggas respect until I see a slip
I should’ve said that shit when Sway was around me
Carried a coffin big enough to carry Mooz and Molley
No disrespect to anyone, if you offended, sorry
Nigga who the fuck gon’ stop me, I’m top 3
Me, myself and I singing Palm Trees
Don’t let the internet lie to you, I’m the next best thing on IG
If you don’t see it get Eye Gene
Been at it since I was 13
The time when I was sober and not aware of a purple drink they called lean
Watching Mike Jack in the small screen
Thinking about turning a new leaf now I turn the next page
I’m on the magazine, haters getting moist like Vaseline
Hit the gas, smoke the gas, got enough gas
I don’t need no punk ass gassing me
Bitch I’m on ‘til infinity
