Sorry I ain't sorry, seem like everybody missed that
Really I ain't got a leg to lose so I'ma risk that
Come to find the vibe you fantasize is what you get back
That's why all you moaning mother f*ckers wont admit that
Took a break to breathe and put myself up on the right track
Ex-bitch heard I'm striving, she cant hide that she don't like that
Pull up with a problem and its probable we strike back
I'ma hit the studio with Jay like "where the mic at?"
Like oh, damn, that's my shit, that bitch bad wanna have my kids
I'm a different man when the grass gets lit, I'm a pacifist that could pass a fist
With a stone cold flow where the boat don't row
Cause the road ahead of the game is a road alone
Cause the brain at the top of my head is all I know
Cause it feel like everyday come with a new high-low
Like oh, I been flexin' with my gas electric engine
I been doing this since Black Ops dropped that map Ascension
That shit happened way back when? Like 2011
Come to think about it, shit, I just had turned 11
While the money gettin' longer know my patience getting shorter
Tough when you been ballin' like Isaiah - fourth quarter
Grew up with the homies living right around the corner
Treat em like my mother f*ckin' brothers, no Warner
But I can't even trip feel like I haven't slept in nine days
Just to prove the point that we the best up in the tri-state
Hate to see me rising they compare it to the crime rate
If you got a problem get the f*ck up outta my face
That's a lotta dissin', now the problem isn't what I got to give
But there's a lot that's missin'
Gotta spot to live in, and a pot to piss in, and a lotta bitches with a common interest
But my heart is sleeping in a cemetery, lotta parts and pieces that were necessary
Never gave a f*ck about a February, like a f*ckin' flower so contemporary
Like - Sorry bitch I don't say *sorry* taking the reigns of the game like Atari
Takin' the pain with Bacardi and I say its safe that you take all my car keys
I'll stay at the party
I get my grip when I get my vibe with a spliff that's lit and bitch that's fine
Not a hit or miss but I miss that ride so you listen in, get a different high
But even though I'm action packed they still be askin' who's that?
You should see the way they amp my shit up in the group chat
Tellin' me I'm poppin' like i ain't already knew that
Cause none the competition can compare cause this that new rap
But that's why they cant stand me cause they know I do it my way
I got so much drive that I could park it in the drive way
I don't follow rules you mother f*ckers do what I say
Step the f*ck aside i'll make it mine 'cause this is my day
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Sorry I ain't sorry, seem like everybody missed that
Really I ain't got a leg to lose so I'ma risk that
Come to find the vibe you fantasize is what you get back
That's why all you moaning mother f*ckers wont admit that
Took a break to breathe and put myself up on the right track
Ex-bitch heard I'm striving, she cant hide that she don't like that
Pull up with a problem and its probable we strike back
I'ma hit the studio with Jay like "where the mic at?"
Like oh, damn, that's my shit, that bitch bad wanna have my kids
I'm a different man when the grass gets lit, I'm a pacifist that could pass a fist
With a stone cold flow where the boat don't row
Cause the road ahead of the game is a road alone
Cause the brain at the top of my head is all I know
Cause it feel like everyday come with a new high-low
Like oh, I been flexin' with my gas electric engine
I been doing this since Black Ops dropped that map Ascension
That shit happened way back when? Like 2011
Come to think about it, shit, I just had turned 11
While the money gettin' longer know my patience getting shorter
Tough when you been ballin' like Isaiah - fourth quarter
Grew up with the homies living right around the corner
Treat em like my mother f*ckin' brothers, no Warner
But I can't even trip feel like I haven't slept in nine days
Just to prove the point that we the best up in the tri-state
Hate to see me rising they compare it to the crime rate
If you got a problem get the f*ck up outta my face
That's a lotta dissin', now the problem isn't what I got to give
But there's a lot that's missin'
Gotta spot to live in, and a pot to piss in, and a lotta bitches with a common interest
But my heart is sleeping in a cemetery, lotta parts and pieces that were necessary
Never gave a f*ck about a February, like a f*ckin' flower so contemporary
Like - Sorry bitch I don't say *sorry* taking the reigns of the game like Atari
Takin' the pain with Bacardi and I say its safe that you take all my car keys
I'll stay at the party
I get my grip when I get my vibe with a spliff that's lit and bitch that's fine
Not a hit or miss but I miss that ride so you listen in, get a different high
But even though I'm action packed they still be askin' who's that?
You should see the way they amp my shit up in the group chat
Tellin' me I'm poppin' like i ain't already knew that
Cause none the competition can compare cause this that new rap
But that's why they cant stand me cause they know I do it my way
I got so much drive that I could park it in the drive way
I don't follow rules you mother f*ckers do what I say
Step the f*ck aside i'll make it mine 'cause this is my day
Really I ain't got a leg to lose so I'ma risk that
Come to find the vibe you fantasize is what you get back
That's why all you moaning mother f*ckers wont admit that
Took a break to breathe and put myself up on the right track
Ex-bitch heard I'm striving, she cant hide that she don't like that
Pull up with a problem and its probable we strike back
I'ma hit the studio with Jay like "where the mic at?"
Like oh, damn, that's my shit, that bitch bad wanna have my kids
I'm a different man when the grass gets lit, I'm a pacifist that could pass a fist
With a stone cold flow where the boat don't row
Cause the road ahead of the game is a road alone
Cause the brain at the top of my head is all I know
Cause it feel like everyday come with a new high-low
Like oh, I been flexin' with my gas electric engine
I been doing this since Black Ops dropped that map Ascension
That shit happened way back when? Like 2011
Come to think about it, shit, I just had turned 11
While the money gettin' longer know my patience getting shorter
Tough when you been ballin' like Isaiah - fourth quarter
Grew up with the homies living right around the corner
Treat em like my mother f*ckin' brothers, no Warner
But I can't even trip feel like I haven't slept in nine days
Just to prove the point that we the best up in the tri-state
Hate to see me rising they compare it to the crime rate
If you got a problem get the f*ck up outta my face
That's a lotta dissin', now the problem isn't what I got to give
But there's a lot that's missin'
Gotta spot to live in, and a pot to piss in, and a lotta bitches with a common interest
But my heart is sleeping in a cemetery, lotta parts and pieces that were necessary
Never gave a f*ck about a February, like a f*ckin' flower so contemporary
Like - Sorry bitch I don't say *sorry* taking the reigns of the game like Atari
Takin' the pain with Bacardi and I say its safe that you take all my car keys
I'll stay at the party
I get my grip when I get my vibe with a spliff that's lit and bitch that's fine
Not a hit or miss but I miss that ride so you listen in, get a different high
But even though I'm action packed they still be askin' who's that?
You should see the way they amp my shit up in the group chat
Tellin' me I'm poppin' like i ain't already knew that
Cause none the competition can compare cause this that new rap
But that's why they cant stand me cause they know I do it my way
I got so much drive that I could park it in the drive way
I don't follow rules you mother f*ckers do what I say
Step the f*ck aside i'll make it mine 'cause this is my day
Writer: Callum Scott
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid