Sorry (Intro)

But iainn sorry for nun
If anything, apologizes for how I'm bout to be comin
Feel the pain that I feel, it end up turnin ya stomach
It's gut wrenching nerve wreckin make you crawl to the dungeon

As a man you gotta stand or you just Fallin for nothin
No emotion, full aggression, bring in all of the lunches
Get that money day and night or don't lay down to get comfy
Cause In bout 3 to 4 hours you at work bout to punch it

Ainn no time to really bond and get away wit ya shorty
See the family be a family we can barely afford it
Dreams of doin sumn different gettin Foreigns imported
So we do everything we can to stress the major importance

Got some homies on the block who can't get out if they wanted
Tryin hard like they seen death and could be gone in the mornin
Got some homies who just want a better life by they Jordan
Cause I got homies who ainn see they 21st
Or before it

Finally bout to be in my 20s wit no felonies on me
Just a job wit a diploma and some memories of me
I can't feed into the negative that shit is above me
Just put it past me and move on and peel the wrap off the dutchie

Born statistic in the flesh, I know they mad wanna cuff me
Put the gun up to my head or ball the fist up and snuff me
I come from Royalty I dare somebody try to come touch me
I'm Sãñtâñã for a reason if you live then you lucky

But iainn sorry for nun
If anything, apologizes for how I'm bout to be comin
Feel the pain that I feel, it end up turnin ya stomach
It's gut wrenching nerve wreckin make you crawl to the dungeon

As a man you gotta stand or you just Fallin for nothin
No emotion, full aggression, bring in all of the lunches
Get that money day and night or don't lay down to get comfy
Cause In bout 3 to 4 hours you at work bout to punch it



Credits
Writer(s): Nosym Tillmon
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