Still forgave myself damn It's a lotta up shit that go down man You don't even know the
Man I been in and outta since an adolescents Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no present I got two uncles, Quint and Man and keep me straight 7 And 8, I'm countin money while movin weight My daddy send me clothes and always me come and see him I say aiight but still I feelin my momma need him They letters home from school, nobody read mines And my uncles, doin 10 years F.E.D. time Then I started rebellin, began sellin Tha littlest thang on the wit a Mac 11 After school I hear my holla homework I say aiight ma, but I got my own work interactin wit fiends at the age of 13 Now my momma findin in my socks, glocks in my toy box damn, why do trouble come to me like this But on the real, it ain't even have to be this (fuck)
Mistakes made on road to wealth I still ain't forgave Ay, what I am I made myself but I ain't forgave myself For runnin to the grave getting to death I ain't forgave my self For anyone who ever wondered how I I ain't forgave myself
At 14 man, thought I everything I'm slangin slabs, trappin hard, movin Cain I bought an '85 cutlass on some Now I'm the shit, huh, the motor blew in 30 man I ain't listen to anything I'm money so, I'm right and I got plenty game Besides why I need school, be rappin momma If don't work, then I guess Im'ma be trappin momma But hey I promise Im'ma make it cause I'm good Im'ma get us out hood and off these can goods just a white man game, and it's ran good At 16, my introduction to manhood Blue lights me, damn what I'm gonna do Cause I got 2 pounds of and a 3.80 too I guess everything'll be aiight if I just keep it How ya doin officer, ya mean why I ain't in school Can you search the car?Yea but, I that you didn't Besides it's just a waste of yo time cause nutthin in it (Laugh) I guess when I seen, that I ain't know shit stuck in a place wit freedom I ain't gone get (Damn!)
Mistakes made on road to wealth I ain't forgave myself Ay, what I am I myself but I still ain't forgave myself For runnin to the grave getting closer to I still forgave my self For who ever wondered how I felt I still ain't forgave
Outta all the niggas I was wit when I was doin 3 In the fed, 1 doin life, and 2 and gone Knew there was more to than sellin blow and chopper bustin But what's the good in better if I ain't tell 'em nutthin I I coulda told Cap not to kill shawty Put the gun, get in the car let 'em live shawty You'll probably get locked up, and probably have a deal shawty Naw, I ain't scared, I'm telling ya like it is shawty Coulda Endae, Quint, and Kern, man ya covers blow Leave that country town alone, needa come back home and J-Rue, I just feel like if I was wit 'em They woulda got killed that night if I was 'em Seem like I coulda done mo', mo' Why all my partners gotta be dead or in the fed All the time, I just that yall could ball wit me Sometimes at night I my eyes, and dream that yall wit me (damn.)
Mistakes made on this to wealth I ain't forgave myself Ay, I am today I made myself but I still forgave myself For runnin to the grave getting to death I still ain't forgave my For anyone who wondered how I felt I ain't forgave myself
And yea say I cant blame myself But I still ain't forgave Fo the mistakes made on this road to I ain't forgave myself Guess this the that you take, when dealt the cards I was dealt But I still ain't myself For anybody who ever how I felt I still ain't myself (Ain't Forgave myself)
Yea, for anybody who ever how I felt Anybody who wondered what's wrong wit me, here it is 3 16'S of in the heart of T.I.P song is dedicated to everybody who ain't here wit me Cap, you fucked up shawty, but when you get out If I live to see it, its be on again ya know what I'm sayin And we ain't worry bout goin to jail shawty we legit now Ya know what I'm sayin Cern, Quint, Endae, gone get out man And when you do I'll be there shawty Bankhead, J-rue, I'm man, some shit I cant change When I get up there, we gone ball again, the gates shawty let me in We gone ball. J-Rue man I know money ain't worth a friend I fucked up bad man I ain't forgave myself My momma, sorry I ain't but Hell we rich now it don't matter. My shit It don't matter yall back hell My Lil' boy (music stops) You betta not do the same I did Or Im'ma whoop yo ass