No Apologies

Whoa, no apologies I'm a smoker, see, I'm smoking broccoli I'm fucking two bitches and they not with me They eat each other's pussy while They smoking pot with me Yeah, I'm feeling so much blessings Must thank God on me Know some rappers out there wan' put That red dot on me But we show up at the spot And bring a lot of cheese We not whipping at the pot Just don't work logically Destiny done called me up This here my prophecy First time Birdman hit my phone, said "Ain't no stoppin' me" Said, "You've been spazzing way too long Boy, come get down with the clique" I call Pimpin' up like, "What you think?" He told me, "That's the lick" i hit 305 I pour me a lil Duc' off at the strip I been rapping for a couple years It feel like this a trip Y'all gon' lie about the bricks I don't do that shit, I could give a damn You acting tough I'm just fucking hoes off Instagram I'm past the bar, haters talk, gotta get it Fam I'm in a Rolls, Royce, you a Honda Civic man What's your plan of action? I Came in an Aston Got that AP on my wrist, it's classic You ain't hard, you plastic I'm Orlando Magic No apologies All our dope sell and I'm smoking broccoli Know some rappers out there wan' put That red dot on me We just out here doing all That shit we gotta be i'm smoking big Get the check, no apologies, whoa On my set, smoking broccoli Rappers dead, better body beef On my head, where I gotta be Yeah, rappers hate, wanna pop at me But I left Out of the city there's a lot to see When I come back 'round They always wanna rock with me I guess they realized all that hatin' Ain't gon' stop a G you switched the sides I could not believe it I'm with Baby on a yacht And your dot recedin' on the clock Yo' clock is ticking and Yo' stock is bleedin' You was saying you was winning I could not believe it I'm fucking 2 hoes at the Same time at the telly, feel like Nas Got me a lil Cuban bitch She import me cigars I'm burning so much money Someone go and get the guards I crashed up on a Gixxer bike Survived and beat the odds My old man told me that the Only thing we got is scars So here I am with all of mine, I'm counting Living large i ain't even drop a mixtape I was known for serving bars Had to get fucked over just to Learn to read the clause But it's cool, I'm seeing stars No apologies All our dope sell and I'm smoking broccoli Know some rappers out there wan' put That red dot on me We just out here doing all That shit we gotta be i'm smoking big Get the check, no apologies, whoa On my set, smoking broccoli Rappers dead, better body beef On my head, where I gotta be No apologies Smoking on that bag, no apologies Rappers tryin' to hate, no apologies All our dope is selling, I'm on broccoli Know some rappers wan' put that red dot on me You bragging 'bout that zip That ain't a lot to me I'm smoking on that gas, no apologies F*ck you rappers out here tryin' To rock with me just Keep Pushin' the squad Got a lot of cheese Legit Looks, Cash Money, every night with me