Choose One

I'mma say I'm sorry For the things that I did to you We was young and dumb Man it's a blessing that we grew up Even with no guidance Man these pussies couldn't fool us I remember early mornings Waiting for that school bus Still they couldn't school us I've been going nuts But damn these niggas Got me screwed up Bitches they be choosing That the reason I ain't boo'd up These young girls ain't on shit Man that's the reason I like cougars Fuck the opposition Man these niggas is some losers Call up all my hitters And they aiming for medullas That shit kind of hurted me We coming with some rulers I thought that Rolly basic Man I want a Frank Muller Catch me on the block And you can catch me with my shooters Somebody got the SK Somebody got the Rugar Fuck waiting until the next day My killers coming sooner Ain't no hit or miss We're sending objects flying through you Teach you not to fuck with us I'll pull up like your tutor Meet me in the Gulag My youngin got a heater And my OG got a cooler It's gon rain and It's gon pour Like April to June You can get left Or get right Nigga choose one My whip is still hold it down What's the point in buying a new one Got myself a bust down Soon I can buy the crew one Want to buy a new gun But that might make me trigger happy Fuck around and shoot some Watched them kill my papi Man I wish I never knew you Still putting in that work 7 days a week 24 hours a day We got to get to that thang Can't nothing hold us back Never that I'mma say I'm sorry For the things that I did to you We was young and dumb Man it's a blessing that we grew up Even with no guidance Man these pussies couldn't fool us I remember early mornings Waiting for that school bus Still they couldn't school us Pants risking his life Everyday is a sacrifice Everyday he talk to Christ Motivation to survive I'm so grateful he alive Because he motivate the strive Every time I feel there ain't nothing left He's right there by my side My father was a warrior He trained us all to fight Junior still ain't get to meet him And to me that ain't nothing light He looking down And he can see us And he with us every night See him vivid in my dreams You know that me and him more right Double cup I need more ice Need some grabba Just to spice Abusing all the substances Because y'all cannot see me cry I know they only love you Just the day after you die For my people in the sky Man I want to see you fly I'mma say I'm sorry For the things that I did to you We was young and dumb Man it's a blessing that we grew up Even with no guidance Man these pussies couldn't fool us I remember early mornings Waiting for that school bus Still they couldn't school us Meet me in the Gulag My youngin got a heater And my OG got a cooler It's gon rain and It's gon pour Like April to June You can get left Or get right Nigga choose one