How many times I tell you sorry How many times I tell you that
Mama callin' come back home please But I'm in love with the trap
I fell love with the paper I had no problem gettin' that
I had no problem gettin' that
I remember nights ya I was all alone They turn their back on me
No right or wrong
You shouldn't f*ck with me, these demons keep me company
I'm sorry mama if I'm doing things I shouldn't be
But as a youngin' I was seeing shit I shouldn't see
And I had problems, I was searching for the better me
I know some niggas got no love for me
I know them bitches got no love for me
I got some niggas that don't f*ck with me
I know these bitches that don't f*ck with me
And I done made it out the mud
Tears, sweat, and blood, on my way to pop the club
Money got no loyalty, praying with these rosaries
Tryna take my life, but I'll never take my soul from me
Mama I'm so sorry, I wish I never did those things
Behind the tears you can see the pain
How many times I tell you sorry How many times I tell you that
Mama callin' come back home please But I'm in love with the trap
But I'm in love with the trap
I fell in love with the paper
I had no problem getting that
How many times I said I'm sorry
I can never take it back