Sorry - #1 Hits Now

My cup runneth over with Pinot Grigio, hold up

You bogus in the lambo

If you ain't lifting the door up

You bogus poppin' pills

If you ain't pickin' the ho up

You bogus running out on your

Kids my ni**a grow up

For God's sake, like a wedding,

Cutting large cake

For large stakes let the hammer

Bang broad day

Ay, nevermind what the blogs say

This what my mind and my heart say

My philosophy profit off of my properties

Get it, flip it, we got to be rich,

That broke sh*t is obsolete

Possibly off of my rocker,

Watch how you watching me

Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot

Officially silent, all you wish you could get I got it

Unlimited titanium ni**a, what's in yo wallet?

Out of gladiator college,

I made it summa cum laude

While you clowns couldn't have

Got a cap and gown if you bought it

I parlay with Saudis, buying

Crude oil and diamonds

Hustle January, July, fly to Dubai

A broke ni**a telling me 'bout

How I'm dividing the pies

Like a blind ni**a telling me

It's an eye for an eye

Bullheaded and stubborn

I be that way until I die

But find a ni**a with more hustle

Than me I dare you to try

And according to the hand on my Audemar

It's my time to shine so f**k y'all

(Hook)

What should I be sorry for

Who should I be sorry to

What should I be sorry for

Who should I be sorry to

The fact is you can't please everybody

You can't please everybody

What should I be sorry for

Who should I be sorry to

I grew up in the gutter, life a motherf**ker

I get that why I don't trust a motherf**ker

Seen a ni**a snitch on they mom,

Shoot at they brother

Go to prison in love with

A b**ch and a ni**a f**k her

I seen real G's destroyed by real suckers

Innocent ladies raped and

Defenseless babies abducted

Such a horrible truth,

But you see it over and over

It's nothing, you numb to it and

Your heart grow colder

Pacify your pain with a chain and a Rover

F**k it, justify your action by

Stacking your dough up

You show up with a brick of coc*ine and baking soda

Just enough for me to blow up, ni**a hold up

Switch the flow up, cause these niggas

Be snitchin' so much

I promise all they missing's the badge,

Coffee, and donut

Go to jail so what, never see my integrity perish

That ain't the Harris' way, study my pedigree

Promise I'm one of the only ones who keep it 100

Probably why I think they all out to get me,

You can't convince me

Large money and fame will plant seeds of envy

To make my partners resent me enough

To come and get me

Catch me slippin' and hit me,

Just like they did 50

Cause I'm in the position that

He think he should be given

Listen, dawg, the fact of the matter is

I'm on a narrow path and we all can't travel

(Hook)

What should I be sorry for

Who should I be sorry to

What should I be sorry for

Who should I be sorry to

The fact is you can't please everybody

You can't please everybody

What should I be sorry for

Who should I be sorry to

What it ain't, what it is?

Even if you gotta live

I learned that apartment is way more

Exciting than a big a** house on a hill

I used to be a way better writer and a rapper

When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia

Now a ni**a speeding in a Porsche

Feeling like I'm going off a course

Cut these f**k niggas off

Ni**a Tip in my life, scream that till I'm hoarse

Duck these get the f**k off me projectiles,

B**ch you ain't really got a choice

I'm living my life live yours

I don't even like rapping fast,

But that's how the word come to me

Talk to me sideways ni**a that's your a**

Slow it down, this that sh*t that'll

Make you call your momma

Say hey I'm sorry for begging for

All them clothes you couldn't afford

And this the type of sh*t that'll

Make you call your rap partner

And say I'm sorry I'm awkward,

My fault for f**kin' up the tours

I hated all the attention so I ran from it

F**k it if we did, but I hope

We ain't lose no fans from it

I'm a grown-a** kid, you know

Ain't never cared about no damn money

Why do we try so hard to be stars,

Just to dodge comments

And this that sh*t that'll make

You call your baby mama

When you gone on half a pill,

Don't know why but that I did

Then you take a flight back to the crib,

Y'all make love like college kids

And you say all the sh*t you gon' do better,

We can try this sh*t again

'Round the time the d**e wear off,

You feel stupid, she feel lost

That's that d**e, I mean, I mean dopamine

You think Cupid done worn off

Waiting in the hallway with her arms crossed

Her baby boy face full of applesauce

Maybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault

Too much pressure, I fell off, I'm sorry

Was young and had to choose between you

And what the rest of the world might offer me,

Sh*t what would you do

Well I'd probably do it differently

If second the chance

Only if some cool a** older man

Would've let me know in advance

This, this quarry, that is dug

So deep in a father's chest

When he feel that he's broken up his nest

And he figured sh*t he was just

Doing the best that he could

Which end up being the worst that he could

And all some p**sy ni**a on the

Internet can say is that verse ain't good

It's boring - boring?