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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Ashthony Corbin
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Lyrics
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
Writer(s): Tyler Corbin
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