No Apologies

If u hate me fuck you
No apologies please don't get me confused
So sick I gotta sneeze stay back you might just catch the flu
Feel like I won the lottery Bout time my check is due
I swear I want all of the cash
Smoke and sit on my ass
But don't think I ain't grinding for commas cuz I got a pen and a pad
I just wanna do that
Niggas hating everyday pussy boi ik that u sad
I hate being broke so when I get money ima be glad
Grinding everyday for my family I just wanna see a smile on their face
Living royalty and can go to sleep knowing that everything is ok
I don't go outside I like to be safe
I just camp inside and shoot like 2k
And I gotta blow a pound straight to my face
Looking for happiness but I feel great
Damn what was u thinking
Blew all them years away just for a weekend
Now another nigga sitting in yo spot
Just sit for a minute and let that shit sink in
Now ur mind is racing ur gone off the deep in
Anxiety creepin and crawl in ur skin
Niggas hatin but I don't really see it
It's sad to say some of em might be my kin
But fuck em might as well Hop in benz
No money don't solve all of your problems
Not rich so ig I'll pretend
Fake it till u make it it ain't no stoppin
I see I want it u know that I'm coppin it
Smoke through it all seeds got my plants croppin
Haters watching call that shit window shoppin
The best that's around hope u haven't forgotten

If u hate me fuck you
No apologies please don't get me confused
So sick I gotta sneeze stay back you might just catch the flu
Feel like I won the lottery Bout time my check is due

I got so much love for my city but no love in return for me
But my bars are too sick doctors referring me to an infirmary
I just want u all to know there's no way ur that hate is hurting me
I do this for the ones I love so they can be set for eternity
Yea we sippin by the pitcher
Tryna find out who is litter
iPhone take the perfect picture
My Benz fast just like a pitcher
Just tryna make at least 6 figures
Must be patient like a fisher
And my girl is getting richer
Me and her the perfect mixture
So fuck it I'm going back to the basics
Won't force my smile just like a face lift
Tryna get rich and make some payments
Can't trust niggas that blunt is laced with
Shit that'll fuck up ur common sense
Fuck a dollar I want a lot of bens
I Got a bottle of gin ima swallow it
Any producer send beats ima body it
Goin Lou Kang on it with a karate kick
Hot as hell put my songs in a fire pit
Watch it burn up without any lighter fluid
Yea yea Can't shit put it out it's immune to it
I had to do this but
Fuck u and ur ppl if u don't listen to my music

If u hate me fuck you
No apologies please don't get me confused
So sick I gotta sneeze stay back you might just catch the flu
Feel like I won the lottery Bout time my check is due



Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Thompson Jr.
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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