text: My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hol up
  You bogus in the Lambo if you aint lifting the door up
  You bogus poppin pills if you aint pickin the ho up
  You bogus running out on your kids, my nigga, grow up
  For Gods sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake
  For large stakes, let the hammer bang, broad day
  Ayy, never mind 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  Get it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete
  Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
  Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
  Officially solid, all you wish you could get—I got it
  Unlimited titanium, nigga, whats in your wallet?
  Out of gladiator college, I made it summa cum laude
  Where you clowns couldnt 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 nigga telling me bout how Im dividing the pies
  Like a blind nigga telling me its an eye for an eye
  Bullheaded and stubborn, Ill be that way til I die
  But find a nigga with more hustle than me—I dare you to try
  And according to the hand on my Audemars 
  Its my time to shine, so fuck yall 
  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 cant please everybody
  You cant please everybody
  What should I be sorry for?
  Who should I be sorry to?
  I grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker
  I guess thats why I dont trust a motherfucker
  Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at his brother
  Go to prison, in love with a bitch, and a nigga fuck her
  I seen real Gs destroyed by real suckers
  Innocent ladies raped and defenseless babies abducted
  Such a horrible truth, but you see it over and over
  Its nothing; you numb to it, and your heart grow colder
  Pacify your pain with a chain and a Rover
  Fuck it; justify your action with stacking your dough up
  He show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda
  Just enough for me to blow up; nigga, hold up
  Switch the flow up, cause these niggas be snitching so much
  I promise all they missings a badge, coffee, and donut
  Go to jail—so what? Never see my integrity perish
  That aint the Harris way, study my pedigree
  Promise Im one of the only ones who keep it a hundred
  Prolly why I think they all out to get me, you cant 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 slipping and hit me just like they did 50
  Cause Im in the position that he think he should be given
  Listen, dawg, the fact of the matter is
  Im on a narrow path and we all cant travel
  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 cant please everybody
  You cant please everybody
  What should I be sorry for?
  Who should I be sorry to?
  What it aint? What it is?
  Even if you gotta live
  I learned that apartments way more exciting
  Than a big-ass 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 nigga speeding in a Porsche 
  Feeling like Im going off a course 
  Cut these fuck niggas off
  Negative in my life, scream that til Im hoarse 
  Duck these, get the fuck off me, projectiles
  Bitch, he aint really got a choice 
  Im living my life live yours 
  I dont even like rapping fast 
  But thats how the world come to me
  Talk to me sideways, nigga, thats your ass
  Slow it down
  This that shit thatll make you call your mama
  Say, Hey, Im sorry for begging
  For all them clothes you couldnt afford
  And this the type of shit thatll make you call your rap partner
  And say, Im sorry Im awkward, my fault for fuckin up the tours
  I hated all the attention so I ran from it 
  Fuck it if we did
  But I hope we aint lose no fans from it 
  Im a grown-ass kid, you know
  I aint never cared about no damn money
  Why do we try so hard to be stars just to dodge comments?
  And this that shit thatll make you call your baby mama
  When you gone on half a pill
  Dont know why, but thats how it is
  Then you take a flight back to the crib
  Yall make love like college kids
  And you say all the shit you gon do better
  We can try this shit again
  Round the time the dope wear off
  You feel stupid, she feel lost
  Thats that dopamine, I mean dope—
  I mean, you think Cupid done worn off
  Waiting in the hallway with her arms crossed
  Baby boy face full of applesauce
  Maybe should have stayed but it aint yo fault
  Too much pressure, I peel off, Im sorry
  Was young and had to choose between you
  And what the rest of the world might offer me
  Shit, what would you do? 
  Well, Id probly do it differently if second the chance
  Only if some cool-ass older man
  Wouldve let me know in advance
  Theres this quarry that is dug so deep in a fathers chest
  When he feel that hes broken up his nest
  And he figures, shit—he was just doing the best that he could
  Which end up being the worst that he could
  And all some pussy nigga on the Internet can say
  Is, That verse aint good
  Its boring? Boring?
  Really? Hahahaha
  When Im disgusted with this world and
  I can hardly breathe and
  Told so many lies, I dont know what to believe
  I discussed it with this girl and this is what she said
  She said, Lay down, baby, baby, rest your weary head, ugh
  A lovely distraction, but my mind dont wanna rest
  But my body disagree, so I laid up on her breast, yes
  Ooooh, you so fucking fine, I
  Woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind
  Ooooh, who pulls your ponytail?
  Who knows your body well, huh?
  What should I be sorry for?
  Who should I be sorry to?