SORRY NOT SORRY Lyrics

I I I... I picked up a shift

I put in that work

I swerved on the way home

Sometimes I don't know how I made it

Its a meal I don't know how I ate it

She don't love me I know that she fakin

Catch me lackin I know that they waitin

A cell wit my name I know they keep vacant

Can't fuck wit these Niggas I know they be hatin

If I put my hands on em' they go to the jakes

I done rode in the car wit no breaks

No complaining when everything aches

Shoot him down I can't rumble a snake

Shoot him down I can't rumble a snake

I pull up no hold up wait

For them yams or that cake

I don't want that where that cake

I don't want that where that cake

Ass titties both fake

Cycle and her bills late

Her old man run up on me

Imma leave his ass late

I hit where it hurt

In my 30's still doing dirt

Wet em' up

I don't know bout a squirt

That's your snap let me show u my Kirk

Never doubt It's under the shirt

Won't watchin now they alert

Now they plottin but I'm alert

Boy I'm grown don't get yo ass hurt

I can tell they don't like when we get a win

1942 boy we came from Gin

Can't write everyone I know in the pen

Been in that trap I can't go again

I just pull up and I do it

Hatin on me put you thru it

Boy you had your shoot and you blew it

I done came a long wayz

I don't owe no favors keep it movin

I done came a long wayz

Cuttin off my circle

They be movin the wrong way

I could pick up the phone convo wrong

We aint talkin long

I give two fucks what u got going on

U got to get it where I got it

We aint matchin what u smokin on

HEY... She ain't staying long

Blow her back out

Then lose contact

Do em' like they use to Do me

Once I slug em with this Louie

In and out like a brother in a white horror movie

Try me once won't try again

My time is precious got none to lend

You want to cry grab a violin

Ain't stoppin mines for a bro or friend...

I got mouths to feed

I got bills to pay

Get you off this Earth

If you in my way

I hit where it hurt

In my 30's still doing dirt

Wet em' up

I don't know bout a squirt

That's your snap let me show u my Kirk

Never doubt it's under the shirt

Won't watchin now they alert

Now they plottin But I'm alert

Boy I'm grown don't get yo ass hurt

I can tell they don't like when we get a win

1942 boy we came from Gin

Can't write everyone I know in the pen

Been in that trap I can't go again

I just pull up and I do it

Hatin on me put you thru it

Boy you had your shoot and you blew it