Still ain't myself damn It's a fucked up shit that go down man You don't even know the
Man I been in and outta since an adolescents rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present I got two uncles, Quint and Man and keep me straight 7 And 8, I'm countin money they movin weight My daddy send me and always tell me come and see him I say aiight but I feelin like my momma need him They sendin letters home from school, read mines And plus my uncles, doin 10 F.E.D. time Then I started rebellin, began sellin Tha littlest on the corner wit a Mac 11 After I hear my momma holla homework I say aiight ma, but I got my own work interactin wit fiends at the age of 13 Now my findin rocks 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 like (fuck)
Mistakes made on this to wealth I ain't forgave myself Ay, I am today I made but I still ain't forgave myself For runnin to the getting closer to death I ain't forgave my self For anyone who ever how I felt I still ain't forgave
At 14 man, thought I knew I'm slabs, trappin hard, movin heavy Cain I bought an '85 cutlass on some Now I'm the shit, huh, the blew in 30 days Hardheaded man I listen to anything I'm getting money so, I'm right and I got game Besides why I need school, be rappin momma If that don't work, then I Im'ma be trappin momma But hey I promise Im'ma make it cause I'm good Im'ma get us out this hood and off can goods School just a man game, and it's ran good At 16, here's my to manhood Blue lights me, damn what I'm gonna do Cause I got 2 of weed and a 3.80 too I guess everything'll be aiight if I keep it cool How ya doin officer, what ya mean why I ain't in Can you search the car?Yea but, I rather 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 on this road to wealth I still ain't myself Ay, what I am I made myself but I still ain't myself For runnin to the getting closer to death I ain't forgave my self For anyone who ever wondered how I I ain't forgave myself
Outta all the niggas I was wit when I was doin 3 In the fed, 1 life, and 2 dead 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 knew I coulda told Cap not to shawty Put the gun, get in the car let 'em live shawty You'll probably get locked up, and I'll probably a deal shawty Naw, I ain't scared, I'm just telling ya like it is Coulda Endae, Quint, and Kern, man ya covers blow Leave that country town alone, yall needa come home Bankhead and J-Rue, I just feel if I was wit 'em They woulda got killed that night if I was 'em Seem like I coulda mo', said mo' Why all my partners gotta be or in the fed fo'? All the time, I just wish that could ball wit me Sometimes at I close my eyes, and dream that yall wit me (damn.)
Mistakes made on this road to I still ain't forgave Ay, I am today I made but I still ain't forgave myself For runnin to the grave getting closer to I still forgave my self For anyone who ever 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 forgave myself Guess this the chance that you take, when dealt the I was dealt But I still ain't forgave For anybody who ever how I felt I still ain't myself (Ain't Forgave myself)
Yea, for who ever wondered how I felt Anybody who wondered what's wrong wit me, here it is 3 16'S of what's in the of T.I.P This song is dedicated to who ain't here wit me Cap, damn you fucked up shawty, but you get out If I live to see it, its gone be on again ya know what I'm And we ain't gotta worry bout goin to jail we legit now Ya know what I'm sayin Cern, Quint, Endae, yall get out man And when you do I'll be shawty always Bankhead, J-rue, I'm sorry man, some shit I cant When I get up there, we ball again, open the gates shawty let me in We gone ball. J-Rue man I know money ain't worth a shawty I fucked up bad man I ain't forgave myself My momma, sorry I graduate but Hell we rich now it don't matter. My uncles It don't matter either back hell My Lil' boy (music stops) You betta not do the shit I did Or Im'ma whoop yo ass