I'm sorry for going through shit all on my own
I'm sorry for making you feel pain in my songs
I'm sorry for making you the reason of my wrongs
But now I'm just onto the riches
Last thing I do is just focus on bitches
Now I just spin in that jag
All i can do is just focus on racks
For all of the L's i took in the past
I'm kindly taking my W's back
Cartier glasses don't rock no spray ground
Pull up on up say that ain't too much to say now
Ain't too much to say now
Ain't too much to say now
Ain't too much to say now
Like Mama ain't go through that pain for nothing
Like I wasn't catching them stains for nothing
Worked too hard maintaining a kid, 2 jobs, Like we was in pain and suffering
Doing shit different
Don't call my phone and just say that you missed it
I been alone
I'm hurt
I'm distant
Now that my focus off you
Ima do what i do and start fucking with these riches
Shit gon be different
There's a reason I'm keeping my distance
I'm moving wavy
Your boyfriend is crazy for thinking he really as wavy as me
I ain't crip but I'm still throwing up 3's
Nigga that orange and blue gon catch you lacking you really just sleep in the street
Talking crazy we gon put yo ass steep
Now I'm just spinning the jag
Now I'm just shopping at saks
For all the L's that I took in the past
I'm kindly taking my W's back
Doing the shit that I never imagined
You wanna a feature I'm really just taxing
Yea and I'm really just taxing
I'm sorry for going through shit all on my own
I'm sorry for making you feel pain in my songs
I'm sorry for making you the reason of my wrongs
But now I'm just onto the riches
Last thing I do is just focus on bitches
Cause baby I'm sorry
You did me bad, We didn't last
Niggas fake on the low
Them niggas they hated on me bad
And I said that I'm sorry
I know that you want me back
Because I'm all on my own and my mind on these racks
Making a living
Told my mans I had a feeling
All these bitches they be trippen
I just chillen
Only worried bout the chicken
Thoughts about making a million
I ball like a Piston
I be shitten, I be pissing
Water whipping I be dripping
Niggas don't listen
Niggas always in my business
I call up Pepe to flip em
She give me the digits
She pull up said she wanna kick it
So you know that I give her the dellings
Get to the bag
They be hating on swag
How could I ever be last
I'm in a...
I'm in a...
I'm gonna skurt in a jag
I remember the nights and remember thems days...
I was broken, frustrated, and mad YEA
I'm sorry for going through shit all on my own
I'm sorry for making you feel pain in my songs
I'm sorry for making you the reason of my wrongs
But now I'm just onto the riches
Last thing I do is just focus on bitches
I'm sorry for making you feel pain in my songs
I'm sorry for making you the reason of my wrongs
But now I'm just onto the riches
Last thing I do is just focus on bitches
Now I just spin in that jag
All i can do is just focus on racks
For all of the L's i took in the past
I'm kindly taking my W's back
Cartier glasses don't rock no spray ground
Pull up on up say that ain't too much to say now
Ain't too much to say now
Ain't too much to say now
Ain't too much to say now
Like Mama ain't go through that pain for nothing
Like I wasn't catching them stains for nothing
Worked too hard maintaining a kid, 2 jobs, Like we was in pain and suffering
Doing shit different
Don't call my phone and just say that you missed it
I been alone
I'm hurt
I'm distant
Now that my focus off you
Ima do what i do and start fucking with these riches
Shit gon be different
There's a reason I'm keeping my distance
I'm moving wavy
Your boyfriend is crazy for thinking he really as wavy as me
I ain't crip but I'm still throwing up 3's
Nigga that orange and blue gon catch you lacking you really just sleep in the street
Talking crazy we gon put yo ass steep
Now I'm just spinning the jag
Now I'm just shopping at saks
For all the L's that I took in the past
I'm kindly taking my W's back
Doing the shit that I never imagined
You wanna a feature I'm really just taxing
Yea and I'm really just taxing
I'm sorry for going through shit all on my own
I'm sorry for making you feel pain in my songs
I'm sorry for making you the reason of my wrongs
But now I'm just onto the riches
Last thing I do is just focus on bitches
Cause baby I'm sorry
You did me bad, We didn't last
Niggas fake on the low
Them niggas they hated on me bad
And I said that I'm sorry
I know that you want me back
Because I'm all on my own and my mind on these racks
Making a living
Told my mans I had a feeling
All these bitches they be trippen
I just chillen
Only worried bout the chicken
Thoughts about making a million
I ball like a Piston
I be shitten, I be pissing
Water whipping I be dripping
Niggas don't listen
Niggas always in my business
I call up Pepe to flip em
She give me the digits
She pull up said she wanna kick it
So you know that I give her the dellings
Get to the bag
They be hating on swag
How could I ever be last
I'm in a...
I'm in a...
I'm gonna skurt in a jag
I remember the nights and remember thems days...
I was broken, frustrated, and mad YEA
I'm sorry for going through shit all on my own
I'm sorry for making you feel pain in my songs
I'm sorry for making you the reason of my wrongs
But now I'm just onto the riches
Last thing I do is just focus on bitches
( Pepe Dadon )
www.ChordsAZ.com