Sorry
Since 96 been a fool with this shit
On 64 had controller to grip
In '09 mind turned real grim
No 9 on my side that girl a 10
Oh my how this shit has changed
KD boutta drop his family name
Ooo what's next? How bout a tape
Let y'all see what's in my brain
Lost my mind but I found it though
Long as check clear no problem bro
Still workin' at Domino's
Know KD all about his dough
I make moves and I think its funny
Kid real nice shoulda seen shit coming
I stay paid but the fits still bummy
Got cheap tastes and I think that's lucky
Mom and Dad I'm sorry for the life that I'm living
I smoked every single strain that I've ever been given
Y'all won't see a cent from these verses I'm pennin'
Even if I had a fuck I don't think I could give it
Supposed to give up a long time ago
Suicidal thoughts got no time for those
Never knew myself think I found him though
Way I feel shit I'm bound to blow
Feelin myself but don't like to brag
Work too hard man I'm in my bag
Mind on my music my shifts all drag
Belt stay tight so the shit don't sag
No day off in like a month dog
Got me feelin like a damn cog
Still buildin' up my backlog
Keep my girl happy got 3 jobs
They say Kal take a day off
Think I might when I quit my day job
Why I'm tryna get this tape off
Too essential to get laid off
Mom and Dad I'm sorry for the life that I'm living
I smoked every single strain that I've ever been given
Y'all won't see a cent from these verses I'm pennin'
Even if I had a fuck I don't think I could give it
On 64 had controller to grip
In '09 mind turned real grim
No 9 on my side that girl a 10
Oh my how this shit has changed
KD boutta drop his family name
Ooo what's next? How bout a tape
Let y'all see what's in my brain
Lost my mind but I found it though
Long as check clear no problem bro
Still workin' at Domino's
Know KD all about his dough
I make moves and I think its funny
Kid real nice shoulda seen shit coming
I stay paid but the fits still bummy
Got cheap tastes and I think that's lucky
Mom and Dad I'm sorry for the life that I'm living
I smoked every single strain that I've ever been given
Y'all won't see a cent from these verses I'm pennin'
Even if I had a fuck I don't think I could give it
Supposed to give up a long time ago
Suicidal thoughts got no time for those
Never knew myself think I found him though
Way I feel shit I'm bound to blow
Feelin myself but don't like to brag
Work too hard man I'm in my bag
Mind on my music my shifts all drag
Belt stay tight so the shit don't sag
No day off in like a month dog
Got me feelin like a damn cog
Still buildin' up my backlog
Keep my girl happy got 3 jobs
They say Kal take a day off
Think I might when I quit my day job
Why I'm tryna get this tape off
Too essential to get laid off
Mom and Dad I'm sorry for the life that I'm living
I smoked every single strain that I've ever been given
Y'all won't see a cent from these verses I'm pennin'
Even if I had a fuck I don't think I could give it
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Writer(s): Kalvin Patterson
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