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I aint perfect and that's just straight up
It's been a lot of times that I really fucked up
Here's a letter that I wrote to my friends and my folks
Saying sorry, I'm truly sorry
I aint perfect and that's just straight up
It's been a lot of times that I really fucked up
Here's a letter that I wrote to my friends and my folks
Saying sorry, I'm truly sorry
I aint perfect and that's just the way it is
Sacrificed being around my kids just to have a place to live
Couldn't stay with none of my folks cuz my hole dug deep
I aint want to bring no beef where my love ones sleep
Went to jail for battery, and I aint think it was fair
To be one hundred with the shit I shouldn't even been there
Still no excuse, now I'm looked at like the cause of abuse
But when I'm getting my ass whooped that's the only shit I could do
Remember when I wrecked my brother whip, drinking and shit
That nigga still fuck with me, got me thinking and shit
Left the crib at fifteen, she aint want me to leave
But I was doing a lot of shit that I aint want her to see
I aint perfect and that's just straight up
It's been a lot of times that I really fucked up
Here's a letter that I wrote to my friends and my folks
Saying sorry, I'm truly sorry
I aint perfect and that's just straight up
It's been a lot of times that I really fucked up
Here's a letter that I wrote to my friends and my folks
Saying sorry, I'm truly sorry
Still aint perfect but a nigga changed a lot
I cant change the past and the present is all we got
Aint no future guaranteed for nobody, that's on God
Trying to keep it all even while I'm faced against the odds
For my kids I'm chasing bags, trying to give this all I got
And I wont let the fame turn me into what I'm not
I developed mental problems serving years for uncle sam
When my real uncle died man them crackers aint give a damn
I tell them who I am, lost ambition, lost my drive
Counted out, eyes dry from how long that I've then cried
Trying not to hold no grudge, writing letters and shit
But I had some friends who aint fuck with me, and that's some fucked up shit
I aint perfect and that's just straight up
It's been a lot of times that I really fucked up
Here's a letter that I wrote to my friends and my folks
Saying sorry, I'm truly sorry
I aint perfect and that's just straight up
It's been a lot of times that I really fucked up
Here's a letter that I wrote to my friends and my folks
Saying sorry, I'm truly sorry
It's been a lot of times that I really fucked up
Here's a letter that I wrote to my friends and my folks
Saying sorry, I'm truly sorry
I aint perfect and that's just straight up
It's been a lot of times that I really fucked up
Here's a letter that I wrote to my friends and my folks
Saying sorry, I'm truly sorry
I aint perfect and that's just the way it is
Sacrificed being around my kids just to have a place to live
Couldn't stay with none of my folks cuz my hole dug deep
I aint want to bring no beef where my love ones sleep
Went to jail for battery, and I aint think it was fair
To be one hundred with the shit I shouldn't even been there
Still no excuse, now I'm looked at like the cause of abuse
But when I'm getting my ass whooped that's the only shit I could do
Remember when I wrecked my brother whip, drinking and shit
That nigga still fuck with me, got me thinking and shit
Left the crib at fifteen, she aint want me to leave
But I was doing a lot of shit that I aint want her to see
I aint perfect and that's just straight up
It's been a lot of times that I really fucked up
Here's a letter that I wrote to my friends and my folks
Saying sorry, I'm truly sorry
I aint perfect and that's just straight up
It's been a lot of times that I really fucked up
Here's a letter that I wrote to my friends and my folks
Saying sorry, I'm truly sorry
Still aint perfect but a nigga changed a lot
I cant change the past and the present is all we got
Aint no future guaranteed for nobody, that's on God
Trying to keep it all even while I'm faced against the odds
For my kids I'm chasing bags, trying to give this all I got
And I wont let the fame turn me into what I'm not
I developed mental problems serving years for uncle sam
When my real uncle died man them crackers aint give a damn
I tell them who I am, lost ambition, lost my drive
Counted out, eyes dry from how long that I've then cried
Trying not to hold no grudge, writing letters and shit
But I had some friends who aint fuck with me, and that's some fucked up shit
I aint perfect and that's just straight up
It's been a lot of times that I really fucked up
Here's a letter that I wrote to my friends and my folks
Saying sorry, I'm truly sorry
I aint perfect and that's just straight up
It's been a lot of times that I really fucked up
Here's a letter that I wrote to my friends and my folks
Saying sorry, I'm truly sorry
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