Ms. Jackson Lyrics

Never meant to make yo daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

I'm sorry Ms.Jackson

Said Im forreal now

I never meant to make your daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

I'm sorry Ms.Jackson

But I aint worried

I send them shots off

Had them niggas in a scurry

I had 'em acting jumpy

Had 'em inna hurry

I seen them taking off

Now they ask for mercy

I tried to spare you niggas

But yall wasn't worthy

Looking back on that night

But my vision blurry

And I was preaching tough

But yall aint never heard me

Now things is getting rough

I gotta play referee

I'm playing safe in the streets

Niggas movin scary

I pull this trigger No hesitation

If you dare me

I raise this blinky in the air

They get to begging

It's fuck you niggas

Like I'm behind yall and i'm pegging

And shoutout to my baby girl Nesha

Remember when I met you

Fourth grade on the bleachers

Remember momma told us

That niggas scheming

And when the thugs out

Be careful when they creeping

But then I broke my promise

Iaint mean it

Had nesha in passenger

Spooked out she was screaming

Aint wanna tell her

I was fighting demons

Cause some-how-some-way

I knew she'd end up leaving

Wish I could wake her up and be like you was dreaming

But in reality

That wasnt how it's seeming

But I knew

I had to make shawty survive

The goal was make it to Ms. Jackson house alive

So I Hopped on 95

I Had the glock on my side

She was scared for her life

I Said my bad for the ride

Yea

Up and down like a see-saw

I'm getting money

And I don't really see yall

You niggas pee ons

You niggas be fraud

Ion fuck witchu niggas

Don't know whatchu be on

I gotta carry a pole

Like I'm the sea guy

And if you fuck with me

I send yo ass to see God

Yea

And I told shawty don't worry

That I got the clutch inside the burberry

I'll make you disappear presto

Like a fairy

And we ain't showing love cause it aint February

I'm sorry Ms.Jackson

But Iaint scared

Even if I lose my life or end up somewhere dead

Just know imma forever be

Running up my bread

And I Cant fuck with you niggas

Cause I know Yall the feds

And I can't let you luck up

have me layed out in a bed

Aint visiting no hospital

I gotta stay ahead

I'm coming through dumping rounds on niggas venues

I eat you niggas up

Meal that's on the menu

Asked yo homie for a strap that he could lend you

Just to caught up couldn't use it to defend you

And I would never understand or comprehend you

And I give one less fuck if what I do offends you

Nah you can't write or rap

Lemme show you how my pen move

How you playing fake but wanna be my friend too

I'll have yo family looking for a place to lay you

Have girlfriend in the rain

Screaming Bae who

These streets be dangerous & they ain't playing

This ain't no game

My aim go crazy

And you can't tame me

I up this flame

His momma crying

She lost her baby

Scream out his name

Mission get nesha home

But soon his picture in a frame

And that's too bad I had to knock off another lame

But now I'm going crazy

Cause I know I'm the blame

You see me pushing through

I'm fighting for the fame

But I knew all along I knew shit wouldn't be the same