DJ Hoppa - Mistakes lyrics

[Hook: Devon Lee][x2] I know I've made mistakes, but I'm not alone I know I've made mistakes, I'm not the only one [Verse 1: Dizzy Wright] Caught in these mixes, didn't know this existed A running rebel, my daddy a Detroit Piston Caught in between being a gangster and a Christian Stash at his missus, but it didn't stop the snitching Incarcerated, a target raised in a cave He [?] black, he ain't forming to make mistakes Who snoring on me, I'm waking n***as with rage I'm realizing my anger issues gone land me behind the cage Slow down brother, let's utilize it I see you tryna do it big, well I'm tryna supersize it Leaving n***as in silence, pull up on you while you advertising If it ain't my sh** I'm finna sabotage it, yeah Sorry don't mean sh** to a n***a No more, she only go for a pick for a picture Ignore, only call when the b**h get bored And I ain't tryna make that trip no more We all make mistakes [Hook][x2] [Verse 2: RA the Rugged Man] Since I was born been caught between right and wrong Devil got a grip on me like a python, live life under Christ's arm Life on, make mistakes, fight strong, recite this song Shine a light to the blind eye till I die and my life's gone Need to learn to let go so the pain won't last Human beings make mistakes, don't dwell on the past Don't be so quick to gossip and pop sh** when you accomplished Just a novice, now you a felony murder accomplice Stuck in prison, drug addictions, bragging to every s**er that listens Markets and liquor store robberies and other missions I made many relationship mistakes that didn't go well Lying to my queen with groupie b**hes in my hotel f**ing my girl's best friend, hoping that ho won't tell Sabotage my own career, making sure I don't sell Rough life, lost fights, won fights, drunk nights, bum fights White House tryna take your gun rights, mistakes [Hook][x2] [Verse 3: Dizzy Wright] n***a don't lie to me, I don't care what you're trying to be If you f** with the dynasty, you get decapitated, tasting in a recliner seat Pick the time and week, capiche? Food for thought, you finna have a feast Now I'm on my doowop sh** With a kangol, don't act like I won't flex on a b**h Back and forth with the absence, happy to be average Mama made mistakes to make it happen [Verse 4: RA the Rugged Man] Sanctity desecrate, mind state second rate Blood money generate, regulate, spreading hate Hip hop, I'm the head of state Hop a dig up in the record crate Never pay no DJ to make no record break I'm an animal that tries to be a conman No matter how bad my past mistakes was, they was part of God's plan And me and my cousin Donna wasn't speaking over petty sh** Then she pa**ed away unexpected, yeah that was a heavy hit Mistakes