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[Intro: GRIP & Shellie Sweets] I'm sorry Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh [Verse 1: GRIP with Shellie Sweets] You took your first step today And I was nowhere to be found Busy keepin' my head above water (I'm sorry, ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh) Until my feet could find the ground Red flag on my resume 'Cause it's the second time around Too young to know I let you down (I'm sorry, ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh) Too young to know I let you down [Interlude: GRIP with Shellie Sweets] Uh, uh Uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh Uh-uh-uh (I'm sorry, ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh) Uh-uh, uh [Chorus: GRIP with Shellie Sweets] And some days are so much easier than others So much more about me I needed to discover But never had the chance (I'm sorry, ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh) This is me sayin' "Sorry" in advance [Post-Chorus: GRIP with Shellie Sweets] Oh, no, oh, oh Duh, oh, no No, no, no Oh (I'm sorry, ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh) Oh, oh [Verse 2: GRIP with Shellie Sweets] Yeah, yeah I'm just a kid, raisin' some kids With dreams of making it big Tryna make a name in this biz I became a slave in this bitch Was hopin' I could maybe gеt rich (I'm sorry, ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh) 'Cause all I got is these words that I jot I nеver had a jump shot, I'm not a scholar But l learned that the world is turned by a dollar Whether I wear a mask or shirt wit' a collar, I got to Provide, but that ain't even the only thing that'll quali— (I'm sorry, ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh) —Fy me as bein' a father, my pops ain't even bother Left me togglin' with toys as a toddler Mama, twenty-four with two kids What her and Ruth did Was put a roof over our heads 'Cause niggas is ruthless View a newborn as a nuisance (I'm sorry, ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh) Or a noose that he would lose when He cut ties wit' all of his loose ends And I do spend a few blue moons wonderin' where you been And assessin', and assumin', no aggression, you just human And a blessin' was sent to Your direction, but you eluded (I'm sorry, ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh) And neglected and refuted That's your lesson, I'm the student And l used it to father myself Now I'm in my second parenthood, shit, I'm a father myself Was never a product of wealth Or prodigal, I'm a prodigy, came from poverty Now I'm poppin' and purchasin' property (I'm sorry, ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh) Reversin' curses and pocketin' profits Fulfillin' my prophecies And my kids, they gon' reap the rewards Far cry from sleepin' on floors Hard times we'd weep and we'd mourn That's in the archives, we seekin' reform I was there at the first day of school I'll be there at the graduation Like, "Congratulations" and "I'm glad you made it" I'ma let 'em know they made their dad elated I'ma pad their savings, they could blow a milli' if they had the cravin' No more bein' poor and feelin' agitated No one gave it to me, shit, I had to take it I'm that same bastard used to rap in basements, then I activated Now I get racks to say shit, I'm acclimated Got 'em captivated, any acts of hatred They just cappin', ain't it? Had to patent my own patterns I'm just glad that I didn't take after David Yeah, I said your name, and you lame if This end up in court on a affidavit Heh, but that's all I got [Interlude: GRIP & Shellie Sweets] I'm sorry, ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh [Chorus: GRIP with Shellie Sweets] And some days are so much easier than others (Woah, oh-woah, oh-woah) So much more about me I needed to discover (Oh, oh-woah, oh-woah, oh-oh) But never had the chance (Oh, oh-woah, oh-woah, oh-oh) This is me sayin' "Sorry" in advance (Woah, oh-woah, oh-woah) [Post-Chorus: GRIP with Shellie Sweets] Oh no, oh, oh (Da-da-da, da-da-da) Duh-oh-oh (Woah-ooh-oh-ooh-oh) Oh-no-no (Oh-ooh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh) Oh (Woah-ooh-oh-ooh, ooh-ayy, dum-dum-dum) Oh, oh (Da-da-da, da-da-da, dum) [Outro: GRIP & Shellie Sweets] Woah-ooh-oh-ooh-oh Oh-ooh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh Woah-ooh-oh-ooh, ooh-ayy, dum-dum-dum Da-da-da, da-da-da, dum