I GUESS IS WHERE IM SUPPOSED TO APOLOGIZE

Lyrics

[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…