Sorry Son

What I'm supposed to do He probably would've said Sorry son, I had to leave fore my release date For peace sake, grab my Yays That's your keepsake Run them plays we had on the autos and on the estate Eat plates, even by yourself cause you don't need fakes Remember getting the bag is the goal, but it ain't the mission You better keep your loved ones close and check up on your sisters Remember you and I are the same, just different conditions You better live up to my name, even if you Jackson Ruger packing, no reacting, strategize moves Only action, but soul snatching can traumatize dudes Know the law, notice the small, these niggas sloppy joes All over the bar, only stash they know is drugs in the car Don't try to play John Wick, but if you need your blick He better be lit a John Doe, can't even match a pic Don't trip on no Hoe But if you do, she better feel the kick Make sure you flood that first buss, and then you seal the drip Sorry son, I didn't make it out the institution A son without his father, I'm deducting, deducing Chasing my dreams and I'm rushing, I'm Putin And now he gone, I can't hear the cheers, or rooting And I ain't never been a dummy, nothing, I'm Newton And if you find bread, you find me, I'm gluten And you can get cut, cut, cut, cut, I'm booting And if you hear a bus, bus, bus, bus, I'm shooting Lately I've been tucking rugers, mugging booers Want my guard down to fool us when they wanna do something to us Keefe block, when the heat stop, you know we Timb booted Kempo niggas meet mop, he spit that red fluid They say they built like that, they really med moving I really bake like that, look how that bread moving Before I get up to heaven, I'ma get my earth on If niggas do me wrong, I heard vengeance, will get that hurt gone Turn the other cheek, that's what God'll do, but I'm not God Tae you paranoid, no one following you, but I got rob So I'm ready to put niggas on exhibit like Pimp My Ride Sneak up right next to niggas, we be side-by-side I ain't done this before, but I feel like if I die, I die Maybe it's the grief, or maybe niggas too rah-rah Maybe it's the grief, but I can't think past right now And I ain't even ask why, I'm stuck on why not I hope your riders ride for me like they said they would ride And Inshallah, I hope I make you proud with my life On Rosetta Felicia, everybody gon' know what I'm not On Rosetta Felicia, everybody gon' know what I'm bout