[Intro]
I know I f**ed up, shorty
Forgive me
You know what I'm saying?
Not for the mistakes
[Hook]
But for who I am, I know I f**ed up and cannot bring it back
Thank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash
They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack
I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-a** Louis bag
Every day that I wake up a n***a never ever scared
I thank God when I wake up ‘cause a n***a could've been dead
Like a certified barber, I got money on your head
Hey listen
[Verse 1]
Money under the mattress, chopper under my bed
Tyler Perry, y'all acting, y'all n***as be playin'
I stopped f**ing with the packages, too many of y'all feds
I know I gotta die anyway, big ol' trust fund for my kids
I need some ear plugs for my ears (Why Quan?)
These n***as ain't talking 'bout sh**, these days, for real
Can't trust these n***as just like eBay, no deal
House so big on a hill
Couch in the room where I live, I heard your girl got sk**s
With her mouth and her tongue, yeah, but I can't judge her
I ain't like others, girl (Baby I'm different)
Show me where's your heart, I'll give you everything, don't creep on me
Had to wake they a** up, at first they would sleep on me
[Hook]
But for who I am, I know I f**ed up and cannot bring it back
Thank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash
They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack
I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-a** Louis bag
Every day that I wake up a n***a never ever scared
I thank God when I wake up ‘cause a n***a could've been dead
Like a certified barber, I got money on your head
Hey listen
[Verse 2]
Now I'm back like I left something
I ain't left nothing but my head in between her legs (Ugh), Quan nasty
Give it to me, I ain't askin', for the p**y I'm an addict
I can't hear what you saying like a jail call, too much static
Treat the b**h like a throwaway ‘cause you know the lil hoe trashy
She telling me she wanna go away, but she know a young n***a ain't havin' it
S I T H, I swear my [?]
She grew up with no father figure, that's why she call me Daddy
She ain't worried 'bout a lame n***a, he a has been
She swearing that she bad, n***a, b**h you average
I ain't tryin' to share ya if I can't have ya
I shoot you in your face before I back stab ya
Hm, hold on, wait
[Hook]
But for who I am, I know I f**ed up and cannot bring it back
Thank the Lord for where I'm at because I came up with no cash
They went from bando to the bondos, you would think I'm moving crack
I got dineros, I got hundros in this dummy-a** Louis bag
Every day that I wake up a n***a never ever scared
I thank God when I wake up ‘cause a n***a could've been dead
Like a certified barber, I got money on your head
Hey listen