INNOCENT
I tried tried,
I tried
Yeah, Uh-huh
Sorry mama, I ain't innocent
Me and the guys really into it
Started light, now we fry bigger fish
We trapped out to Sterling Heights
That student housing, couple pills and ounces
Pretty girls in blouses, mmmhhhmm
We was really active
Sauce got locked
And Dub and Wave had turned into some hatin' niggas
So they ain't around for all this bread
Niggas couldn't break it with us
Niggas couldn't make it with us
Not surprised how niggas switch up
Know the story, me and Bishop
Flickin' Bics up, shit hit different
Marie can't even speak to me
Alyssa still ain't seen a G
Started matching energies
And focused on the inner me
That was around the time
Best friends became enemies
The same time I saw these rap niggas
Turn to mini-me's
Who do it like D'Shaun, huh?
Mami, you don't know nobody
I would treat your body like a hobby
Just do it like Nike,
Highkey, all the ones you traded for me
Don't be nothin' like me
But you claim you like em'
That shit there destroyed my fuckin' psyche
Shooters on the payroll
(doop, doop, doop, doop, doop, doop, doop, doop,)
They wanna trip out to Turks and Caicos
I trapped out rentals at the Aprils off of South Laredo
D'Shaun been bout a Peso
And all the guys on go from the Tone to Clayco
Furthest thing from innocent
I hit a lick and flipped a brick
B. Hicks and Dior was barely 17 and in the mix
Bishop caught that case, he out in Carrollton
It's scary, man, I just told him "Be careful."
Now B. Hicks said ain't no bail for him
Had to call his mama
I was only up a couple thousand
She said, "Boy, I knew you niggas
Full of shit, and out your minds
When y'all was spendin' time
Y'all was actin' like this shit was fine
Knowin' damn well
How you influenced this son of mine"
She said, "fuck you, motherfuckers"
In a voice about to cry
I looked at Troy and looked at God
And knew the fault was only mine
Runnin' with these pressed pills
Runnin' with that pressed steel
Nobody to blame but my name
And now my chest feel
Tighter than it's ever been
Involved inside a bigger scandal
Sprayed the crib like we was vandals
Bangin' out this Panhandle
Yeah,
Sorry mama, I ain't innocent
Sorry mama, I ain't
Sorry mama, I ain't innocent,
Whoa,
Whoa ooh
Whoa,
Whoa ooh
Whoa,
OhoooohOhOhOh
Sorry mama, I ain't innocent,
You so vindictive
The way you fix your lips to say shit that your friends mention
You really out here trippin'
And that's the result of you pushin' over like lawnmowers
Cut up every inch of hope I had built at the time for us
You playin' games I forfeit
You get on your shit
Everything your way
Must be from Norway on some cold shit
And to believe I had believed your promise
Trusted that you'd be honest
And now the real's upon us
You livin' for that drama
Like shawty, just be honest
What's more important than me bein' Daddy
And you bein' Mama I'm in Houston
But it looks like we have a bigger problem
You come to me with problems like a solvent
Then I solve it I come to you with sorrows
And my losses from your "Sorry"s
How's this goin' on?
You told me you would right your wrongs
While I was out here writin' songs
How you find the time to hate on the one you should be lovin' on
How you find the time to break up and shake up what was happy homes
I told you leave them girls alone
So why the fuck am I alone
Told you what I like You say similar like homophones
But that's just how it sounded
In the end you know we both was wrong
And not, innocent
Sorry mama you ain't
Sorry mama you ain't
I lied, I tried, I tried, I lied
Sorry mama you ain't innocent
Yeah
Sorry mama you ain't innocent
Yeah
Sorry mama you ain't
Sorry mama you ain't
Sorry mama you ain't innocent
R-Y-L-T-Y shit
Yeah
I'm the fucking greatest to ever do it
Yeah
Fuck with me
Yeah
I lied, I tried,
I tried, I lied,
Whoa,
Whoa ooh
Whoa,
Whoa ooh
Whoa,
OhoooohOhOhOh
You got the right one
Whoa,
Whoa ooh
Whoa,
Whoa ooh
Whoa,
OhoooohOhOhOh
Benji on the boards
I tried
Yeah, Uh-huh
Sorry mama, I ain't innocent
Me and the guys really into it
Started light, now we fry bigger fish
We trapped out to Sterling Heights
That student housing, couple pills and ounces
Pretty girls in blouses, mmmhhhmm
We was really active
Sauce got locked
And Dub and Wave had turned into some hatin' niggas
So they ain't around for all this bread
Niggas couldn't break it with us
Niggas couldn't make it with us
Not surprised how niggas switch up
Know the story, me and Bishop
Flickin' Bics up, shit hit different
Marie can't even speak to me
Alyssa still ain't seen a G
Started matching energies
And focused on the inner me
That was around the time
Best friends became enemies
The same time I saw these rap niggas
Turn to mini-me's
Who do it like D'Shaun, huh?
Mami, you don't know nobody
I would treat your body like a hobby
Just do it like Nike,
Highkey, all the ones you traded for me
Don't be nothin' like me
But you claim you like em'
That shit there destroyed my fuckin' psyche
Shooters on the payroll
(doop, doop, doop, doop, doop, doop, doop, doop,)
They wanna trip out to Turks and Caicos
I trapped out rentals at the Aprils off of South Laredo
D'Shaun been bout a Peso
And all the guys on go from the Tone to Clayco
Furthest thing from innocent
I hit a lick and flipped a brick
B. Hicks and Dior was barely 17 and in the mix
Bishop caught that case, he out in Carrollton
It's scary, man, I just told him "Be careful."
Now B. Hicks said ain't no bail for him
Had to call his mama
I was only up a couple thousand
She said, "Boy, I knew you niggas
Full of shit, and out your minds
When y'all was spendin' time
Y'all was actin' like this shit was fine
Knowin' damn well
How you influenced this son of mine"
She said, "fuck you, motherfuckers"
In a voice about to cry
I looked at Troy and looked at God
And knew the fault was only mine
Runnin' with these pressed pills
Runnin' with that pressed steel
Nobody to blame but my name
And now my chest feel
Tighter than it's ever been
Involved inside a bigger scandal
Sprayed the crib like we was vandals
Bangin' out this Panhandle
Yeah,
Sorry mama, I ain't innocent
Sorry mama, I ain't
Sorry mama, I ain't innocent,
Whoa,
Whoa ooh
Whoa,
Whoa ooh
Whoa,
OhoooohOhOhOh
Sorry mama, I ain't innocent,
You so vindictive
The way you fix your lips to say shit that your friends mention
You really out here trippin'
And that's the result of you pushin' over like lawnmowers
Cut up every inch of hope I had built at the time for us
You playin' games I forfeit
You get on your shit
Everything your way
Must be from Norway on some cold shit
And to believe I had believed your promise
Trusted that you'd be honest
And now the real's upon us
You livin' for that drama
Like shawty, just be honest
What's more important than me bein' Daddy
And you bein' Mama I'm in Houston
But it looks like we have a bigger problem
You come to me with problems like a solvent
Then I solve it I come to you with sorrows
And my losses from your "Sorry"s
How's this goin' on?
You told me you would right your wrongs
While I was out here writin' songs
How you find the time to hate on the one you should be lovin' on
How you find the time to break up and shake up what was happy homes
I told you leave them girls alone
So why the fuck am I alone
Told you what I like You say similar like homophones
But that's just how it sounded
In the end you know we both was wrong
And not, innocent
Sorry mama you ain't
Sorry mama you ain't
I lied, I tried, I tried, I lied
Sorry mama you ain't innocent
Yeah
Sorry mama you ain't innocent
Yeah
Sorry mama you ain't
Sorry mama you ain't
Sorry mama you ain't innocent
R-Y-L-T-Y shit
Yeah
I'm the fucking greatest to ever do it
Yeah
Fuck with me
Yeah
I lied, I tried,
I tried, I lied,
Whoa,
Whoa ooh
Whoa,
Whoa ooh
Whoa,
OhoooohOhOhOh
You got the right one
Whoa,
Whoa ooh
Whoa,
Whoa ooh
Whoa,
OhoooohOhOhOh
Benji on the boards
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Writer(s): Dominique Banks, Dominique Bankd
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