Sorryyy!!!!
Bro you sleep
That shit still says Robert Gibbs on it at the end of
At the end of every time i put Gangsta Love on
It says your name on it
If your straight with how that shit came out
Without being mixed and mastered or nothing bro
By all means Robert, then thats cool
You got to start somewhere
But you got to remember two things nigga
Its got your name on it
And you were the fucking producer, or engineer so
Ya feel me, that shit is on you
I know how to make music, I can make music anytime I feel like it
But you gotta learn when you have to, like, give quality music, bruh
And thats just how this shit is out there
Not just because of how you feel, you in yo feelings and shit
Niggas tryna make money, bro
G shit, that's what I told yo ass when i was there
Niggas tryna make money, bruh, music
I ain't got time for this fuckery bruh
Say I got power of taking over the new school
I had to leave the trenches, this gon' take some getting used to
Everybody in your life for a reason, don't let them use you
I cut them people off now its fuck me, so could I use you
Be honest, you ain't gotta lie to me
Cause when i cut them people off they started clowning me
No answer, no, no, no
Been hating on my throne
You said what you said, it was more hate than it was honesty
Cause once I cut off ties with this music, you wasn't fond of me
The truth gon' always surface, you wasn't who you was tryna be
Won't even say your name, cause you ain't what they tryna see
Somewhere trusting the plan, I ain't desert you
I never knew my opinion mattered and how it hurt you
Sending me messages and making sure that they hurtful
Don't ever let my opinion hurt you, just let it work you
Sorry, sorry for tryna be something better
Sorry, sorry for being someone to care for
Sorry, sorry I wasn't who you can count on
Sorry, sorry I'm not gullible no more
Sorry, sorry your music is a product of me
Sorry, I'm sorry that I helped you waste your time with me
Sorry, I'm sorry i ain't sorry, it ain't my fault
Sorry, I'm sorry i ain't sorry, I don't give a fuck
Say I got power of taking over the new school
I had to leave the trenches, this gon' take some getting used to
Everybody in your life for a reason, don't let them use you
I cut them people off now its fuck me, so could I use you
Be honest, you ain't gotta lie to me
Cause when i cut them people off they started clowning me
No answer, no, no, no
Been hating on my throne
Ayy, I'm too humble to stumble
I'm tryna eat, fuck a crumble
Cause where I come from a jungle
You better know how to rumble
But now it's know how to tumble
Cause they got sticks like Mutombo
They throw a pass, pray it fumble
You moving fast to outrun em
They like we got us a runner, they chase behind just to gun em
Follow behind, hit the corner, but fool just smoke marijuana
His lungs turn to premadonna, he stopped to gain his composure
Now the chase is over
Saying kid like I wasn't alive for Motorola's
Could've been green and charged for what the fuck you owing
But I did it cause I fuck with you, at least I'm knowing
And I won't ever trip on all that ho shit you was doing
I ain't easily influenced, but I'm humble
You couldn't sell me dreams I ain't want, cause I ain't want em
Let me see if you know how words feel
Let's see if you know how
That shit still says Robert Gibbs on it at the end of
At the end of every time i put Gangsta Love on
It says your name on it
If your straight with how that shit came out
Without being mixed and mastered or nothing bro
By all means Robert, then thats cool
You got to start somewhere
But you got to remember two things nigga
Its got your name on it
And you were the fucking producer, or engineer so
Ya feel me, that shit is on you
I know how to make music, I can make music anytime I feel like it
But you gotta learn when you have to, like, give quality music, bruh
And thats just how this shit is out there
Not just because of how you feel, you in yo feelings and shit
Niggas tryna make money, bro
G shit, that's what I told yo ass when i was there
Niggas tryna make money, bruh, music
I ain't got time for this fuckery bruh
Say I got power of taking over the new school
I had to leave the trenches, this gon' take some getting used to
Everybody in your life for a reason, don't let them use you
I cut them people off now its fuck me, so could I use you
Be honest, you ain't gotta lie to me
Cause when i cut them people off they started clowning me
No answer, no, no, no
Been hating on my throne
You said what you said, it was more hate than it was honesty
Cause once I cut off ties with this music, you wasn't fond of me
The truth gon' always surface, you wasn't who you was tryna be
Won't even say your name, cause you ain't what they tryna see
Somewhere trusting the plan, I ain't desert you
I never knew my opinion mattered and how it hurt you
Sending me messages and making sure that they hurtful
Don't ever let my opinion hurt you, just let it work you
Sorry, sorry for tryna be something better
Sorry, sorry for being someone to care for
Sorry, sorry I wasn't who you can count on
Sorry, sorry I'm not gullible no more
Sorry, sorry your music is a product of me
Sorry, I'm sorry that I helped you waste your time with me
Sorry, I'm sorry i ain't sorry, it ain't my fault
Sorry, I'm sorry i ain't sorry, I don't give a fuck
Say I got power of taking over the new school
I had to leave the trenches, this gon' take some getting used to
Everybody in your life for a reason, don't let them use you
I cut them people off now its fuck me, so could I use you
Be honest, you ain't gotta lie to me
Cause when i cut them people off they started clowning me
No answer, no, no, no
Been hating on my throne
Ayy, I'm too humble to stumble
I'm tryna eat, fuck a crumble
Cause where I come from a jungle
You better know how to rumble
But now it's know how to tumble
Cause they got sticks like Mutombo
They throw a pass, pray it fumble
You moving fast to outrun em
They like we got us a runner, they chase behind just to gun em
Follow behind, hit the corner, but fool just smoke marijuana
His lungs turn to premadonna, he stopped to gain his composure
Now the chase is over
Saying kid like I wasn't alive for Motorola's
Could've been green and charged for what the fuck you owing
But I did it cause I fuck with you, at least I'm knowing
And I won't ever trip on all that ho shit you was doing
I ain't easily influenced, but I'm humble
You couldn't sell me dreams I ain't want, cause I ain't want em
Let me see if you know how words feel
Let's see if you know how
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Writer(s): Robert Edward Gibbs
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