CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : I’m Sorry
Yes sir
808x on the beat how I live
Lemme see 'em 2’s in the air man
Yeah
Lemme see 'em in a...
Lemme see 'em in a...
Lemme see 'em in a air
Lemme see 'em in a...aye
It's a vibe
Back to business
Let's go
I came, from humble beginnings where life is never that great
Where my, only escape was dropping a mixtape
And a fruit to my labor I stole em by sour grapes
You spent, most of the time with a b*t*h cause you couldn’t play
So they, started a plot about getting me out the way (Skrrt)
They try to run me over with the Chevrolet
No telling me what to do
f**k what they was tryna say
If I was chasing ahead I pick [?] and Elizée
I’ve been gone for a minute, I’m back in my own head
No more pouring double cups of the Sprite and the cold meds
I don’t even like the club but a homie told me I’m sorted if I pull up
I prefer to sleep on my own bed
Never cared about the VIP
I’m shooting straight from the hip
Doing all I can for my city don’t wanna end up like Nip, it’s crazy
Look over my shoulder I spot a chip
That sh*t made me a boss so people don’t give me lip
Paid a f**k n***a respect until I see a slip
I should’ve said that sh*t when Sway was around me
Carried a coffin big enough to carry Mooz and Molley
No disrespect to anyone, if you offended sorry
n***a who the f**k gon’ stop me
I’m top three
Me myself and I singing Palm Trees
Don’t let the internet lie to you
I’m the next best thing on IG
If you don’t see it get Eye Gene
Been at it since I was thirteen
The time when I was sober and not aware of a purple drink they called lean
Watching Mike Jack in the small screen
Thinking about turning a new leaf now I turn the next page
I’m on a magazine
Haters getting moist like Vaseline
Hit the gas, smoking gas, got enough gas
I don’t need no punk ass gassing me
b*t*h I’m on till infinity
808x on the beat how I live
Lemme see 'em 2’s in the air man
Yeah
Lemme see 'em in a...
Lemme see 'em in a...
Lemme see 'em in a air
Lemme see 'em in a...aye
It's a vibe
Back to business
Let's go
I came, from humble beginnings where life is never that great
Where my, only escape was dropping a mixtape
And a fruit to my labor I stole em by sour grapes
You spent, most of the time with a b*t*h cause you couldn’t play
So they, started a plot about getting me out the way (Skrrt)
They try to run me over with the Chevrolet
No telling me what to do
f**k what they was tryna say
If I was chasing ahead I pick [?] and Elizée
I’ve been gone for a minute, I’m back in my own head
No more pouring double cups of the Sprite and the cold meds
I don’t even like the club but a homie told me I’m sorted if I pull up
I prefer to sleep on my own bed
Never cared about the VIP
I’m shooting straight from the hip
Doing all I can for my city don’t wanna end up like Nip, it’s crazy
Look over my shoulder I spot a chip
That sh*t made me a boss so people don’t give me lip
Paid a f**k n***a respect until I see a slip
I should’ve said that sh*t when Sway was around me
Carried a coffin big enough to carry Mooz and Molley
No disrespect to anyone, if you offended sorry
n***a who the f**k gon’ stop me
I’m top three
Me myself and I singing Palm Trees
Don’t let the internet lie to you
I’m the next best thing on IG
If you don’t see it get Eye Gene
Been at it since I was thirteen
The time when I was sober and not aware of a purple drink they called lean
Watching Mike Jack in the small screen
Thinking about turning a new leaf now I turn the next page
I’m on a magazine
Haters getting moist like Vaseline
Hit the gas, smoking gas, got enough gas
I don’t need no punk ass gassing me
b*t*h I’m on till infinity
