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