No Apologies

Too many sticks in the car
Random text, I got his bitch in the car
This Roberto, I got a chopper
I'll do a nigga foul, and it's for ballin' (Duse makin' slaps true)

It get tricky, I poured up in a Dawn
Don't look me in my eyes, you should really call your mom
We double-parked, you should look between the blinds
You think I'm trippin'? Boy, we do this all the time

You said "Three-fifty", you should read between the lines
I'll strip one of these niggas, on my mom
On my chopper, you Don Dada
It get real in the field, who want problems?

Everything ain't what it seems (what it seems)
Now everybody tryna leech (tryna leach)
But bitch, I only practice what I preach (what I preach, yeah)
And it ain't nothin' new to me (so baby, come through)

Take that shot for me
Make it drop for me
And they say that "I'm a prodigy"
Fuck it up, no apologies
We in the game, I'm on my ten toes

I heard my brother got indicted for the flip phone
Same night I met your bitch, I took that bitch home
And I done risked my whole life to get my wrist froze, it ain't simple
Shout out Drakeo

I did a lot, so they can't tell me shit
Like any competition, I'm ahead of it
Got my brother fightin' life, and he ain't tellin' shit
Why you all up in my comments? You irrelevant

Everything ain't what it seems (what it seems)
Now everybody tryna leech (tryna leach)
But bitch, I only practice what I preach (what I preach, yeah)
And it ain't nothin' new to me (so baby, come through)

Take that shot for me
Make it drop for me
And they say that "I'm a prodigy"
Fuck it up, no apologies
We in the game, I'm on my ten toes