Ms.Jackson (Im Sorry)

I am for real I am for real Tell them I'm sorry that I missed you Oh you crying baby let me grab a tissue Tell them I'm sorry that I missed you Oh you crying baby let me grab a tissue I could care less about it that's the issue I'm so different I step in Gucci sweat suits I could die young they know how to hate a nigga I be walking on these beats I know I'm great nigga I'm at my pinnacle I'm balling like I'm Trey nigga Tony Hawk how I grind I be skating nigga And tell them I'm sorry yea yea F*ck with niggas hardly Live by that shit you gone die a damn lame RIP status on my timeline frame Ma' I'm sorry that the world gotta be this way Keep that pole on my side I can't die today I do this for the culture eat it up like vultures Best of both worlds ha niggas call me lofa The way that I approached her couldn't even ghost her toast her I am for real I am for real Say he in the streets like it make that nigga hard (Yea) Playing hard body ima have to pull his card (Yea) He a ace of spades I'm a joker in the stack (Yea) Four pockets full watch me go and drop a rack (Yea) It ain't said understood cuz they know it's love (On way) And I only fear myself plus the man above (On way) They don't care backdoor you and then pull the rug (Fah) I don't want him in my life you can pull the plug It ain't safe nomo They'll kill you for the right price nigga They ain't hearing me I don't even wanna roll the dice nigga And tell them I'm sorry F*ck with niggas hardly And tell them I'm sorry F*ck with niggas hardly I am for real So for real Don, Don