Regrets

I get my work from a knuckle
It's not 'bout the money nigga
No one care how you live really, uh

I don't wanna hit no party, let's make money instead
I don't want to be a friend, shit you might be a FED
Shit, I might go to hell because I love my dead
We talking Dead Presidents in my pocket, bread
I swear to God, that bitch annoying, but she give good head
Niggas soak up the game, niggas fate that's understand
If you don't know me, park side is what I rep
I be thinking 'bout mistakes I be thinking 'bout regrets

All that I know about is pain and hate
It's like I suffer back to back every day
I hope you niggas soaking up my game
I know I'm blessed but the devil trying to play

I don't want you in my life, I just want you in my bed
Fuck it, let's go eat I look fly put on a dress
I look fly I don't try I got no one to impress
I don't even like to flex, I had nothing back then

I had nothing, had to get my paper up
I just want to count, keep counting, fuck a paper cut
I'ma keep going, keep going 'til I make her nut
Shorty says she loves the way she live, 'cause I make it fun

I don't wanna hit no party, let's make money instead
I don't want to be a friend, shit you might be a FED
Shit, I might go to hell because I love my dead
We talking Dead Presidents in my pocket, bread
I swear to God, that bitch annoying, but she give good head
Niggas soak up the game, niggas fate that's understand
If you don't know me, park side is what I rep
I be thinking 'bout mistakes, I be thinking 'bout regrets

I be thinking 'bout mistakes I be thinking 'bout regrets
And I can't be the only one thinking 'bout regrets



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Writer(s): Jaime Brugada Valdez
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