Sorry
Yeah
You know that I was fucked up
yeah I was down bad on my dick
Low down with a bitch
Momma I'm so sorry
Tell momma I'm sorry
Tell my momma I'm so sorry yeah
Im sorry yeah
Yeah, yeah
I just wanna tell momma I'm sorry
I ain't go to college
I ain't even graduate high school & get no diploma
But I graduated from the streets so you ain't gotta cry at night no more
And I know you wanted all this shit to end so I made sure
Yeah I was down bad on my dick
Worried bout a bitch
It ain't give me shit but plenty of options on having a kid
I was always taught to worry bout you & not about them
Tried to cut me off but end up cutting off my legs
You know they cut my legs off
I was tryna ball
See me going coast to coast with the rock but I ain't Chris Paul
I see you needed me, my shoulder to lean on
No they don't believe in me, its fuck them till I'm gone
They said this life shit a game gotta know how to play it
Caught his little sneaky ass plotting in the grass tryna be a snake
And that be the hand that you dealt with, get that shit up out my face
I can see right through him the bitch two faced yeah
I just wanna tell momma I'm sorry
I ain't go to college
I ain't even graduate high school & get no diploma
But I graduated from the streets so you ain't gotta cry at night no more
And I know you wanted all this shit to end so I made sure
Yeah I was down bad on my dick
Worried bout a bitch
It ain't give me shit but plenty of options on having a kid
I was always taught to worry bout you & not about them
Tried to cut me off but end up cutting off my legs
I see nas hating, tryna interfere with what's going on
Some say they proud of me, but how would I know
I told my momma we going state to state, running across the globe
Everybody expecting me to lend them shit, I ain't got loans
I just wanna tell momma I'm sorry
I ain't go to college
I ain't even graduate high school & get no diploma
But I graduated from the streets so you ain't gotta cry at night no more
And I know you wanted all this shit to end so I made sure
Yeah I was down bad on my dick
Worried bout a bitch
It ain't give me shit but plenty of options on having a kid
I was always taught to worry bout you & not about them
Tried to cut me off but end up cutting off my legs
You know that I was fucked up
yeah I was down bad on my dick
Low down with a bitch
Momma I'm so sorry
Tell momma I'm sorry
Tell my momma I'm so sorry yeah
Im sorry yeah
Yeah, yeah
I just wanna tell momma I'm sorry
I ain't go to college
I ain't even graduate high school & get no diploma
But I graduated from the streets so you ain't gotta cry at night no more
And I know you wanted all this shit to end so I made sure
Yeah I was down bad on my dick
Worried bout a bitch
It ain't give me shit but plenty of options on having a kid
I was always taught to worry bout you & not about them
Tried to cut me off but end up cutting off my legs
You know they cut my legs off
I was tryna ball
See me going coast to coast with the rock but I ain't Chris Paul
I see you needed me, my shoulder to lean on
No they don't believe in me, its fuck them till I'm gone
They said this life shit a game gotta know how to play it
Caught his little sneaky ass plotting in the grass tryna be a snake
And that be the hand that you dealt with, get that shit up out my face
I can see right through him the bitch two faced yeah
I just wanna tell momma I'm sorry
I ain't go to college
I ain't even graduate high school & get no diploma
But I graduated from the streets so you ain't gotta cry at night no more
And I know you wanted all this shit to end so I made sure
Yeah I was down bad on my dick
Worried bout a bitch
It ain't give me shit but plenty of options on having a kid
I was always taught to worry bout you & not about them
Tried to cut me off but end up cutting off my legs
I see nas hating, tryna interfere with what's going on
Some say they proud of me, but how would I know
I told my momma we going state to state, running across the globe
Everybody expecting me to lend them shit, I ain't got loans
I just wanna tell momma I'm sorry
I ain't go to college
I ain't even graduate high school & get no diploma
But I graduated from the streets so you ain't gotta cry at night no more
And I know you wanted all this shit to end so I made sure
Yeah I was down bad on my dick
Worried bout a bitch
It ain't give me shit but plenty of options on having a kid
I was always taught to worry bout you & not about them
Tried to cut me off but end up cutting off my legs
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Writer(s): Davion Cherry
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