Sorry, I can't take back what I did
You was like my heart and like my wrist
Throwin' all my shit around the crib
I ain't trippin', baby, it is what it is
I'm sorry (Don't feel sorry)
You ain't never heard a gangsta say, "I'm sorry"
(We all make mistakes)
I'm a hustler, baby, I ain't never sorry
Forgettin' is hard, and I don't know 'bout forgiveness
Had to say goodbye to my love, good riddance
Tell me that you love me 'cause the way I treat you different
Everything expensive, I can't tell the difference
Make your ho disappear, magic trick, Houdini
I could tell a hatin'-ass nigga, too easy
Mama, your boy made it out, I'm on the TV
Now I got a bunch of niggas out here tryna be me
Back to my baby, or what we used to be
These days, we talkin' on the phone, you just accusin' me
But I don't know what you want anymore
The love I'm tryna give you is just like a drug
Still tryna figure out exactly what we was
Know you can't deny the shit that we done been through
You the one that broke your promise with a thug
Sorry, I can't take back what I did
You was like my heart and like my wrist
Throwin' all my shit around the crib
I ain't trippin', baby, it is what it is
I'm sorry (Don't feel sorry)
You ain't never heard a gangsta say, "I'm sorry"
(We all make mistakes)
I'm a hustler, baby, I ain't never sorry
How we gon' stick together, how we gon' make it work?
The more I think about your love, the more a nigga hurt
'Cause I was tryna keep it real, and you was tryna do me dirt
How you leave me for the shit that you was doin' first?
Took me a minute, had to get to know you
I'm jackin' your bop, I ain't even gon' hold you
Don't listen to them rumors that them bitches done told you
Still holdin' it down like a nigga supposed to
And if she ever switch, she gotta catch a full clip
'Cause I put all my time and energy into this bitch
She fuckin' with the fever, but I know she really sick
She went and took my cadence and then played it like a lick
Hop out, hop out, watch his body drop
I put all my trust in the Glock
Your love, your love, what I really want
Got three kids, but I'ma give you one
Sorry, I can't take back what I did
You was like my heart and like my wrist
Throwin' all my shit around the crib
I ain't trippin', baby, it is what it is
I'm sorry (Don't feel sorry)
You ain't never heard a gangsta say, "I'm sorry"
(We all make mistakes)
I'm a hustler, baby, I ain't never sorry
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