im sorry

Ayy, look, my old momma, momma, I'm sorry for all them things that I did when I was young Walkin' inside of your house, im steady strapped down with my gun But when I'm outside, I be thugging', I don't see where enemies come from Oh, dada, I'm so sorry for the hard times, I ain't did much to make it up, but I swear that I'm tryin' I don't know why they don't wanna see only sunshine I don't know what they see in me, but I've been on my grind Oh, father, I've been on my grind for a long time Still out these streets, MPPD still tryna capture me Stayin' out the beef and gettin' these pussy niggas up off my lease Ho-ass niggas still mad that it's live, cause I won't give them no feet I'ma keep it shittin', I'ma keep it gangsta till these niggas get on Niggas still thuggin', hoes still fuckin', niggas like slum run Red band flamin' up, I'm the stick, they know what time I'm on Snake niggas grew up inside the street, I'm cut dope to the bone Tell him, hit this phone, tell him I go dunk, bitch, I'm retarded On the east side of the hard hill, keep it metal, knowin' I'm the taunt I don't care regardless, I ain't did much, nigga, gnawed off, we gon' murder him Niggas surgical, he get bloodless My name's Jeffrey Domo, I'm still thinkin' about my cousin, nigga Ho, mama, mama, I'm sorry for all the things that I did when I was young Walkin' inside of your house, I'ma stay to shop down with my gang But when I'm outside, I be thuggin', I don't see where enemies come from Ho, dada, I'm so sorry for these hard times I ain't did much to make it up, but I swear that I'm tryin' I don't know why they don't wanna see all this sunshine I don't know where they seen me, but I been on my grind And I'm in all of my grind, tryna show them And now I'm losin' my time, tryna show off And I ain't short on my line, and she rolled off We keep them Glocks, and the measure get rolled down And when I ball out, sophisticated, I be rigid On my side with them diggers She on my line, I ain't trippin' I posted my bitch on my Facebook And they know me, I'm too real I ain't did nothin' for to hurt these niggas I'm sorry, but I gotta hurt these niggas Do rituals, I'm like Kirstie, nigga Ho, mama, mama, I'm sorry for all the things that I did when I was young Walkin' inside of your house I'ma stay to shop down with my gang But when I'm outside, I be duckin' I don't see where enemies come from All day long, I'm so sorry for these hard times I ain't did much to make it up But I swear that I'm tryin' I don't know why they don't wanna see all this sunshine I don't know where they seen me, but I been on my grind