[Intro]
Still ain't forgave myself, damn
It's a lot of fucked up shit that go down, man
You don't even know the half
[Verse 1]
Man I been in and outta trouble since a adolescent
Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present
I got two uncles, Quint and Man, and they keep me straight
7 or 8, I'm countin money while they movin weight
My daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him
I say, "Aight," but still I'm feelin like my momma need him
They sendin letters home from school, nobody read mines
And plus my uncles doin 10 years Fed time
Then I started rebellin, began crack sellin
Tha littlest thang on the corner wit a Mac 11
After school I hear my mama holla, "Homework!"
I say "Aight ma, but look, I got my own work"
Started interactin wit fiends at the age of 13
Now my mama findin rocks in my socks, Glocks in my toy box
Like damn, why do trouble come to me like this
But on the real, it ain't even have to be like this, fuck!
[Hook]
Mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Ay, what I am today, I made myself
But I still ain't forgave myself
For runnin to the grave getting closer to death
I still ain't forgave my self
For anyone who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself
Still ain't forgave myself, damn
It's a lot of fucked up shit that go down, man
You don't even know the half
[Verse 1]
Man I been in and outta trouble since a adolescent
Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present
I got two uncles, Quint and Man, and they keep me straight
7 or 8, I'm countin money while they movin weight
My daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him
I say, "Aight," but still I'm feelin like my momma need him
They sendin letters home from school, nobody read mines
And plus my uncles doin 10 years Fed time
Then I started rebellin, began crack sellin
Tha littlest thang on the corner wit a Mac 11
After school I hear my mama holla, "Homework!"
I say "Aight ma, but look, I got my own work"
Started interactin wit fiends at the age of 13
Now my mama findin rocks in my socks, Glocks in my toy box
Like damn, why do trouble come to me like this
But on the real, it ain't even have to be like this, fuck!
[Hook]
Mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Ay, what I am today, I made myself
But I still ain't forgave myself
For runnin to the grave getting closer to death
I still ain't forgave my self
For anyone who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself
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