Still ain't forgave damn It's a fucked up shit that go down man You don't even know the
Man I been in and trouble since an adolescents Spoiled rotten, fresh, wit no daddy present I got two uncles, and Man and they keep me straight 7 And 8, I'm countin money while they weight My daddy send me clothes and always me come and see him I say aiight but still I feelin like my momma him sendin letters home from school, nobody read mines And plus my uncles, 10 years F.E.D. time I started rebellin, began crack sellin Tha littlest thang on the wit a Mac 11 After I hear my momma holla homework I say ma, but look I got my own work Started interactin wit 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 even have to be like this (fuck)
Mistakes on this road to wealth I still ain't forgave Ay, what I am I made myself but I still forgave myself For runnin to the grave getting closer to I still ain't my self For anyone who ever how I felt I still forgave myself
At 14 man, thought I knew I'm slangin slabs, hard, movin heavy Cain I an '85 cutlass on some dane-a-danes Now I'm the shit, huh, the blew in 30 days Hardheaded man I ain't listen to I'm getting money so, I'm right and I got game Besides why I school, Im'ma be rappin momma If that don't work, then I guess Im'ma be momma But hey I promise Im'ma 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 to manhood Blue lights behind me, damn I'm gonna do I got 2 pounds of weed and a 3.80 too I guess everything'll be if I just keep it cool How ya doin officer, what ya mean why I in school 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 I seen, that I ain't know shit stuck in a place wit freedom I ain't gone get (Damn!)
Mistakes made on this road to I still ain't forgave Ay, what I am I made myself but I still forgave myself For runnin to the grave getting closer to I still ain't forgave my For anyone who ever how I felt I ain't forgave myself
Outta all the niggas I was wit I was doin wrong 3 In the fed, 1 life, and 2 dead and gone Knew there was more to life than sellin blow and chopper But what's the good in better 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 live You'll probably get locked up, and probably have a deal shawty Naw, I ain't scared, I'm just ya like it is shawty told Endae, Quint, and Kern, man ya covers blow Leave that country town alone, needa come back home Bankhead and J-Rue, I feel like if I was wit 'em They woulda never got killed that 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 just wish that could ball wit me Sometimes at night I close my eyes, and dream that wit me (damn.)
Mistakes made on road to wealth I still ain't forgave Ay, I am today I made myself but I still forgave myself For runnin to the grave closer to death I still forgave my self For anyone who ever how I felt I ain't forgave myself
And yea they say I cant blame But I still forgave myself Fo the mistakes on this road to wealth I still ain't forgave Guess the chance that you take, when dealt the cards I was dealt But I still ain't forgave For who ever wondered how I felt I still forgave myself (Ain't Forgave myself)
Yea, for anybody who wondered how I felt Anybody who ever wondered what's 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 live to see it, its gone be on again ya know I'm sayin And we ain't gotta bout goin to jail shawty we legit now Ya know what I'm Cern, Quint, Endae, yall gone get out man And when you do I'll be there always Bankhead, J-rue, I'm sorry man, some I cant change When I get up there, we gone again, open the gates shawty let me in We gone ball. J-Rue man I money ain't worth a friend shawty I fucked up bad man I still forgave myself My momma, sorry I graduate but we rich now it don't matter. My uncles shit It don't either yall back hell My Lil' boy (music stops) You not do the same shit I did Or whoop yo muthafuckin ass