Momma I'm So Sorry
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Youngin' don't make my cells rise, I shoot you out ya chuckers
Don't mess with me or I'll shoot you

Pusha hear the whispers of all you motherfuckers
Pusha knows what everyone is saying about him behind his back

Papa said stay free of them suckers
My dad warned me to stay away from bad people

Minus the wicked jumper, street baller like the rucker
I'm a good basketball player besides my lack of ability to jump high

Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple, roosters in the duffle
If you want drugs, I have some for you

Keep the hood screaming cock-a-doodle-doo fuckers
I'm making money by selling drugs and feel unstoppable

Coke by the ton, rap niggas I'm the one
I'm the big drug dealer and best rapper around

With basic rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryna chatter?
Other rappers have simple rhymes, why do they even try?

ASIC ass rappers, got 'em runnin' for they life
I'm making fun of other rappers who can't compete with me

I philosophize about Glocks and keys
I think deeply about guns and drugs

Niggas call me Young Black Socrates
People call me a philosopher because of my deep thinking

West Indies bitch drop to knees quick (what?)
A woman from the West Indies has shown interest in me

With dreams of being a rich man's bitch
She wants to be with me because I'm rich

Feel sorry for niggas, pull triggers, and they shit click
I pity those who try to shoot me but can't even fire their gun

So many bullets jammed in my shit, call me Lead Fist
I have been shot so many times that I'm practically bulletproof

Shake the diamonds out my wrists (mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious)
My diamond jewelry is so flashy that it annoys my mother

I don't fear Tubbs & Crockett
I'm not afraid of the cops

Got two hot rocks in my pocket
I have two pieces of crack cocaine with me

Big home, palm trees and watches
I have a fancy house, palm trees, and expensive watches

My only accomplice is my conscience, uh
I only answer to myself and my own moral code

Youngin', learn from me, let's not be at odds
I want to teach others and avoid conflict

We're more like than not, 2 peas of a pod
We have a lot in common

Same hustle, 'cept my hustle now flows
We both have the same job of selling drugs, but I'm better at it

I once gave it away, at 30 grams a O
I used to sell drugs for a cheaper price

That accounts for all them days in the cold
I struggled to make money while selling drugs in the past

Feels like kids and cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl
Making money from drugs is exciting and something to look forward to

But it's a bigger picture, homes, trust I done seen it
There's more to life than just selling drugs, I've experienced it

From Frankfurt to Cologne, Oslo to Sweden
I've traveled to many different places

From Italy's Milan to the shores of Napoli
I've even been to Italy

Now I consider Ferrari and Salvador Dalis
I appreciate luxury cars and art

I'm no longer local, my thoughts are global
I'm not just focused on my neighborhood; I think about the world

That's why I seem distant, son, expand ya vision
I may seem distant because I'm trying to broaden my worldview

Even adored by Norwegian woman
Women from Norway like me

Blonde hair and blue eyes, I'm gettin' back with a vengeance
I'm dating a woman with fair coloring and will get revenge on anyone who tries to hurt me

Whip it like they want me all attached to the kitten
I'll sell drugs as much as people want me to

And they wonder in these raps if I'm kiddin', huh
People doubt my words, but I'm serious

Sorry Heavenly Father, once again I hate to bother
I want to apologize to God for bothering Him with my problems again

It's P, the evil creeper, send some to the Grim Reaper
I'm a scary person who wants to send others to their death

Meanwhile, me and my missus like Solomon and Sheba
My girlfriend and I are like the biblical couple Solomon and Sheba

Sign of the times, her Emilio Pucci sneakers, uh
Her designer shoes show that we're wealthy

Ghetto literature, I'd damn near die for Bolivia
I love drugs and the lifestyle that comes with selling them

It don't take much to get rid of ya
I can easily kill someone

Once I send for ya, better call the minister, ugh!
If I ask for someone, they better prepare for the worst

I'm sorry, Grandmama, for mistakes I have made
I want to apologize to my grandmother for my wrongdoings

When I aired family business, how you put me in my place
My grandma scolded me for telling everyone our family secrets

Even my baby mama, I can't look you in the face
I'm ashamed to face the mother of my child

'Cause I can't do enough, you a symbol of God's grace
I feel like I can't do enough to repay the woman for her kindness

So I place you in the flowerbed, porcelain shower heads
I'll make sure my grandmother has a nice place to rest in peace

Throughout the house and keep the youngins' mouths fed
I want to make sure my family is taken care of

And when I'm gone, I hope it is said
I hope people remember me positively after I die

I gave structure to the youth by the example I led, uh
I want to be remembered for setting a good example for young people