Apologies
All of the talk
I'm finna dead it
I'm bout that action
Like it's a fetish
If I put the work in
I need the credit
I go the hardest
Yall could forget it
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm at they neck
Came to collect
Put em in check
For the respect
I been around
They tell me I'm next
Ain't bangin a set
Still I'm a threat
Started off great aye
Then it went left
Cover my face aye
Watchin my step
Watchin my back now
I never back down
Look at the stats now
Feel like I'm back now
Soon as I walked in
Gave me the pat down
I got it down pat
Give you the facts now
Ain't got a wire on me
They just be lyin on me
People are dyin on me
I got the fire on me
I gotta I gotta move I gotta go
When was you my OG
I aint even got the time
To tell a goofy what it's not gon be
Ain't no hitta by my side
It just be the hand of God on me
Yall already took a loss
If that's really what the convo be
All of the talk
I'm finna dead it
I'm bout that action
Like it's a fetish
If I put the work in
I need the credit
I go the hardest
Yall could forget it
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm finna do
Do what I came here to do
Nothing pertaining to you
Danger to who
You were behaving in school
When was you banging the tool
Switch up the vibes
Now you a different guy
Look at you dead in the eye
Ain't no surprise
You went to get a disguise
Clearly you couldn't decide
Geez
How you gon get like me
Couldn't even get like you
I don't keep the thang on me
Look what happened when I shoot
Killing everything I do Yea
Real is everything I do yea
You can try get like that
We ain't got the same IQ
God in all now they all in astonishment
Who got the bars I'm leaving Alcoholics Anonymous
Count the cost
This is like Malcom Martin combining with Spurgeon
When He was writing His sermons to fix your eyes on Him
I'm mouthing off
Look to the mountains often for my defense
From out the dark
You better act like you know what time it is
Look where you walking
Look who you forming alliance with
Weighed in the water we waging wars in our mind
All of the talk, I'm finna dead it
I'm bout that action
Like it's a fetish
If I put the work in
I need the credit
I go the hardest
Yall could forget it
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm finna dead it
I'm bout that action
Like it's a fetish
If I put the work in
I need the credit
I go the hardest
Yall could forget it
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm at they neck
Came to collect
Put em in check
For the respect
I been around
They tell me I'm next
Ain't bangin a set
Still I'm a threat
Started off great aye
Then it went left
Cover my face aye
Watchin my step
Watchin my back now
I never back down
Look at the stats now
Feel like I'm back now
Soon as I walked in
Gave me the pat down
I got it down pat
Give you the facts now
Ain't got a wire on me
They just be lyin on me
People are dyin on me
I got the fire on me
I gotta I gotta move I gotta go
When was you my OG
I aint even got the time
To tell a goofy what it's not gon be
Ain't no hitta by my side
It just be the hand of God on me
Yall already took a loss
If that's really what the convo be
All of the talk
I'm finna dead it
I'm bout that action
Like it's a fetish
If I put the work in
I need the credit
I go the hardest
Yall could forget it
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm finna do
Do what I came here to do
Nothing pertaining to you
Danger to who
You were behaving in school
When was you banging the tool
Switch up the vibes
Now you a different guy
Look at you dead in the eye
Ain't no surprise
You went to get a disguise
Clearly you couldn't decide
Geez
How you gon get like me
Couldn't even get like you
I don't keep the thang on me
Look what happened when I shoot
Killing everything I do Yea
Real is everything I do yea
You can try get like that
We ain't got the same IQ
God in all now they all in astonishment
Who got the bars I'm leaving Alcoholics Anonymous
Count the cost
This is like Malcom Martin combining with Spurgeon
When He was writing His sermons to fix your eyes on Him
I'm mouthing off
Look to the mountains often for my defense
From out the dark
You better act like you know what time it is
Look where you walking
Look who you forming alliance with
Weighed in the water we waging wars in our mind
All of the talk, I'm finna dead it
I'm bout that action
Like it's a fetish
If I put the work in
I need the credit
I go the hardest
Yall could forget it
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
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Writer(s): Juan Bedoya
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