I'm Not Sorry (I Thought You Was Real)

Bro just wanna spin, I see my opp, and then I feel the same
How I'm posed to lie, and say I'm aight when I feel insane
I done rolled with killers, mob ties, that will never changed
Shooters dressed in black, I see an opp and then my Brodie spray
Yea, Let's clear it up, I'm not killer, but that fact kan change
Fucking wit my Brodie, hit em up, and leave em dead in flames
I done lost emotions, I don't give a fuck bout how you feel
You said you would up it, why you choking, I thought you was real

My Brodie want em dead, that's how he bred, he don't know nothing else
Let somebody test em, that's his trophy, put him on a shelf
And I ride demons, picked em up, as I done walked thru hell
I don't feel emotions, for them bitches, go cry by yo self
All I want is money, for my momma, and the fucking gang
I kould give a shit, about the bitches, I don't want the fame
I done been thru shit, i won't tell no one, fuck that therapy
I done seen sum shit, I kannot say, if you need clearity

And I am not sorry, you offended, go head cry to sleep
I know niggas mad, I see em lurking, they don't fuck with me
I don't really kare, I got my family and that's all I need
I ride with my slime, we riding cut throat thru the fucking street
I thought you was real, but in real life, you just really dumb
I kan't say I'm sorry, I don't kare, you should've kill em
Niggas really stupid, they gon get back if show mercy
I don't show no mercy, I shoot 30, kall me Steph curry

Bro just wanna spin, I see my opp, and then I feel the same
How I'm posed to lie, and say I'm aight when I feel insane
I done rolled with killers, mob ties, that will never changed
Shooters dressed in black, I see an opp and then my Brodie spray
Yea, Let's clear it up, I'm not killer, but that fact kan change
Fucking wit my Brodie, hit em up, and leave em dead in flames
I done lost emotions, I don't give a fuck bout how you feel
You said you would up it, why you choking, I thought you was real