Sorry

I'm sorry, man Damn, uh (I'm so sorry) We had that studio energy you could bounce off My nigga finish a clip, I let a round off Listen to us, then listen to them, man, they sound soft Joe, Crooked, Nickel, and Yaowa, yeah, the proud four Kings of these rap group shit, we took the crowns off Rocked the boat as a full house, but somehow dawgs We all went back to playin' 21 And individually, we won, so yeah, that mean the house lost I fuck with nothin' but gangsters Nothin' but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off To meet on the stage alone with the sound off And lighters in the air like (I'm so sorry) That the house gang went out like that So many versions of the story, it's just outright wack Man, what I wouldn't give to get them times at south by back To all the fans out in Europe, yo (I'm so sorry) Damn, and to my mans out in Canada Promoters that booked all of our first tours and handled us With class, before we even drew cash, just fans of us Payin' out their pockets man (I'm so sorry) Feels like a gift from God that we shook off Think about it, we took off, then we just took off I'm lookin' at old videos now and wanna hook off On all of us, man, take the hook off (I'm so sorry) I'm so sorry I'm so sorry Conspiracy theories fueled the rumors Slaughterhouse faked they death and moved to Cuba Yeah, they with Assata now, the group is not around Nigga's went solo like Bobby Brown (I'm so sorry) So hard came back with the new edition Music is stitched in our genes like them True Religions This is for you if you refuse to listen 'Cause you feelin' like half the crew is missin' (I'm so sorry, I'm sorry) Reminiscin' the only way I can respond to that We had Yeezy in that Hammer Dance video I'm talking before the MAGA hat, we was the gods of rap Could have brought it back but (I'm so sorry) Stayin' together was our biggest opponent Pennin' this song without a bitter component, just givin' a moment To fans who wanted that autographed merch But I will never have every member's signature on it (I'm so sorry) Little problems get real intricate Managers meet over real simple shit Nobody workin' on Glass House but to save face We tellin' the fans "Just Blaze is still mixin' it" (I'm so sorry) Justice League and Ill Mind was in the kitchen Cardiac and Khalil saw the vision, who am I missin'? Q-Tip was with us, to everybody who didn't get paid 'Cause we didn't finish the mission (I'm so sorry, I'm sorry) Listen, I ain't dissin' the group Why do this in an interview? I'd rather get in the booth That's where I give 'em the proof I'm still polygraph crooked, I just live in my truth (yeah, I'm so sorry) I'm sorry I'm so sorry I'm so sorry