No Apologies

(álbum: The Truth Hurts - 2021)

Too many sticks in the car
Random text, I got his bitch in the car
This Roberto, I got a chopper
I'll do a nigga foul and it's for balling (Duse making slaps true)
It get tricky, I poured up in a Dawn
Don't look me in my eyes, you should really call your mom
We double parked, you should look between the blinds
You think I'm trippin'? Boy, we do this all the time
You said three-fifty, you should read between the lines
I'll strip one of these niggas, on my mom
On my chopper, you done dada
It get real in the field, who want problems?

Everything ain't what it seems (What it seems)
Now everybody tryna leech (Tryna leach)
But, bitch, I only practice what I preach, yeah (What I preach, yeah)
And it ain't nothing new to me
So, baby, come through and take that shot for me
Make it drop for me
And they say that I'm a prodigy
Fuck it up, no apologies
We in the game, I'm on my ten toes

I heard my brother got indicted for the flip phone
Same night I met your bitch, I took that bitch home
And I done risked my whole life to get my wrist froze, it ain't simple
Shout out Drakeo
I did a lot, so they can't tell me shit
Like any competition, I'm ahead of it
Got my brother fighting life and he ain't telling shit
Why you all up in my comments? You irrelevant

Everything ain't what it seems (What it seems)
Now everybody tryna leech (Tryna leach)
But, bitch, I only practice what I preach, yeah (What I preach, yeah)
And it ain't nothing new to me
So, baby, come through and take that shot for me
Make it drop for me
And they say that I'm a prodigy
Fuck it up, no apologies
We in the game, I'm on my ten toes