Still ain't forgave damn It's a lotta fucked up shit go down man You don't even know the
Man I been in and outta trouble an adolescents rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present I got two uncles, Quint and Man and they me straight 7 And 8, I'm countin money while movin weight My daddy send me and always tell me come and see him I say but still I feelin like my momma need him They sendin letters home from school, nobody mines And plus my uncles, doin 10 F.E.D. time Then I started rebellin, began crack Tha littlest thang on the wit a Mac 11 After school I hear my momma homework I say aiight ma, but I got my own work Started interactin wit at the age of 13 Now my momma findin in my socks, glocks in my toy box Like damn, why do trouble come to me this But on the real, it ain't even to be like this (fuck)
Mistakes on this road to wealth I still ain't myself Ay, what I am I made myself but I still forgave myself For runnin to the grave getting to death I still ain't my self For who ever wondered how I felt I still ain't myself
At 14 man, thought I knew I'm slangin slabs, trappin hard, heavy Cain I bought an '85 on some dane-a-danes Now I'm the shit, huh, the motor blew in 30 Hardheaded man I listen to anything I'm getting money so, I'm right and I got plenty why I need school, Im'ma be rappin momma If that don't work, then I guess Im'ma be momma But hey I Im'ma make it cause I'm damn good get us out this hood and off these can goods School just a man game, and it's ran good At 16, here's my introduction to lights behind me, damn what I'm gonna do Cause I got 2 pounds of and a 3.80 too I everything'll be aiight if I just keep it cool How ya doin officer, what ya mean why I ain't in Can you search the car?Yea but, I that you didn't Besides it's just a of yo time cause ain't nutthin in it (Laugh) I guess that's when I seen, that I know shit stuck in a place wit freedom I ain't gone get (Damn!)
Mistakes made on road to wealth I still forgave myself Ay, I am today I made myself but I ain't forgave myself For runnin to the getting closer to death I still ain't forgave my For anyone who wondered how I felt I ain't forgave myself
Outta all the I was wit when I was doin wrong 3 In the fed, 1 doin life, and 2 dead and Knew there was more to than sellin blow and chopper bustin But what's the good in knowin' if I ain't tell 'em nutthin I knew I coulda told Cap not to kill Put down the gun, get in the car let 'em live 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, yall come back home and J-Rue, I just feel like if I was wit 'em They woulda never got killed that if I was 'em Seem like I coulda mo', said mo' Why all my gotta be dead or in the fed fo'? All the time, I just wish that yall ball wit me Sometimes at I close my eyes, and dream that yall wit me (damn.)
Mistakes made on road to wealth I still forgave myself Ay, what I am I made myself but I ain't forgave myself For to the grave getting closer to death I still forgave my self For who ever wondered how I felt I still forgave myself
And yea they say I cant myself But I ain't forgave myself Fo the mistakes made on this road to I still ain't myself this the chance that you take, when dealt the cards I was dealt But I still forgave myself For anybody who wondered how I felt I still forgave myself (Ain't Forgave myself)
Yea, for anybody who ever wondered how I Anybody who ever what's wrong wit me, here it is 3 16'S of what's in the 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 to see it, its gone be on again ya know what I'm sayin And we ain't gotta worry bout to jail shawty we legit now Ya what I'm sayin Cern, Quint, Endae, yall gone get out man And you do I'll be there shawty always Bankhead, J-rue, I'm sorry man, some shit I change When I get up there, we gone again, open the gates shawty let me in We gone ball. man I know money ain't worth a friend shawty I up bad man I still ain't forgave myself My momma, I ain't graduate but Hell we now it don't matter. My uncles shit It matter either yall back hell My Lil' boy (music stops) You betta not do the same I did Or whoop yo muthafuckin ass