No Apologies (Outro) Lyrics

Yeah, um, no more apologies No more apologies, yeah

I brought my heart out to the game under Versace sleeves

I hate to break away from fam, because yall part of me

But now that shit don't feel the same, y'all gotta pardon me

It's never no congratulations, just apologies

Remember way back in the grip, I ain't have a pot to pee

Linked with a CHEETAH, he on go and always SPOT police

They love my flow, they know my name, it's hard to get some peace

Can't call no niggas opps, they zombies cause they dead to me

I brought my heart out to the game under Versace sleeves

I hate to break away from fam, but could y'all part of me

But now that shit don't feel the same, y'all gotta pardon me

It's never no congratulations, just apologies

Don't rock no trues, no more lil baby, these is prada jeans

Soon as I started, had a buzz, that boy a prodigy

He think he got a lot, but that is not a lot to me

Just keep that shit a buck, y'all boys ain't got a lie to me

Like I can't pretend, can't wear no mask, don't do no Halloween

The way a nigga step, you think I hit the lottery

These niggas want that smoke, then I'm gon' need a lot of leaves

Gotta watch these people, they won't do me just like Rodney King

Ain't get the memo, shit had changed, I guess I missed the meeting

I had to recognize mistakes that I keep on repeatin

Goin' up, that shit get rough, ask Quavo, baby, ask Saweetie

And where I'm from, we built for a tough, where im from we dont give a fuck

Hard work, it was never luck,

a bad bitch'll make me wanna bust

A bag bitch'll make a nigga lust

Ill pay yo ass to make a nigga lunch

Knew it's comin', I ain't had to rush, niggas said they comin' for the torch

I'm the highest nigga in the North,

Brought my heart out to the game, under versave sleeves

I hate to break away from fam, because y'all a part of me

But now that shit don't feel the same, y'all gotta pardon me

It's never no congratulations, just a part of me

Remember way back in the grip, ain't have a pot to pee

Link with the CHEETAH, he on go, and I always SPOT police

They love my flow, they know my name, it's hard to get some peace

Can't call no niggas opps, they zombies, cause they dead to me

Brought my heart out to the game, under Versace sleeves

I hate to break away from fam because y'all a part of me

But now that shit don't feel the same, y'all gotta pardon me

It's never no congratulations, just apologies

No more apologies yes,

I really cannot take all these apologies

a nigga heart cant take no more apologies