Sorry Not Sorry

Let me get this damn letter out, man. Shit the pen wrote her, man. She crazy. Hey, my nigga, you got a stamp, man? Let me see that pen, man. Hey, yo, That's how you pickin' up motherfuckin' mail, man. Yeah, I'ma this letter out, man. You see the picture she sent me today, dog? Yeah, she fine as hell, man. Yeah, yeah, that's my son. Yeah, he, he's turnin' three. Too dope not to be dope. This flow can be sniffed, sold, Cooked, and smoked. Taste the cream. Now all you want is the king. My name should be methamphetamines, How they hook. My name should be off the Better things, let 'em off the hook. I could be extortin' these lames in the lane And leave the city shook. They really don't like money, they just want the Fame. It's somethin' about bein' high on a plane. Champagne on her breasts. Murder on the Orient Express. That sex on the train, inebriated in luxury Transportation. I need it, they hate it, I take it, while they still waitin'. I'm out here tryna seize this cake mix. Dunkin' highs, you're layin' up, I'm dunkin' mine. Drips comin' out, glazed donuts, It's summertime. Look at how I roll around, Pure shine like I'm stuck in Belize with it. The gift is wicked, black magic shit. Got a rich pussy, thug passin' strip. Down in the car, she wanna shift the stick. Hey, not without a glove, bitch. Now you can get this fork up. High speed, fast lane, baby, this is Porsche love. Horsepower, Trojan toss, so sour, Might call tomorrow. Might not. Rollin' off, thinkin' about my next move. Text message in a couple of months, "I don't Know you." Sorry, I'm state to state tryna fill A dinner plate. I remember the show but not Your face. But wait. I'm tryna be somebody Without catchin' a body. Collect call to mommy. I don't want you cryin' about it. It happened in the streets, so I had to Write about it. Either him or me, I ain't even gon' lie about it. Livin' without this money, I would rather die Without it. Wrote you a letter, I hope you're Thinkin' 'bout me. Sorry, but I'm not sorry. So driven, tires damn near bald from spinnin'. Freedom traded for the pen. Fuck the bunk, I was on the yard. Treat the streets like the feds. Nigga, I go so damn hard. Show your paperwork if you're rockin' with the Cause. There's a piece of the package, What you want? Sign of a tar, get at It. Feel the thin line between the out and The inside. Lockdown to free feels like I'm caged. Engaged with the real. Never take the stand. Nigga, never take a deal. Never pay a man to kill while I made My own bones. What about you? You gon' freeze when the stage come on. Not me, when the curtain opens, I'll be givin' This song. All hail the almighty with senses like Spidey. The enemy tryna get beside me to say Nighty nighty. So I'm tryna catch a homie with No collect calls to mommy. Sayin', "Baby, they got me. I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry." Tell my children I tried. Better than tellin' my children how I died. But wait. I'm tryna be somebody Without catchin' a body. Collect call to mommy. I don't want you cryin' about it. It happened in the streets, so I had to Write about it. Either him or me, I ain't even gon' lie about it. Livin' without this money, I would rather die Without it. Wrote you a letter, I hope you're Thinkin' 'bout me. Sorry, but I'm not sorry. Yeah. Yeah, baby. Uh, I got the letters you sent today and, Uh, You know, it made me smile. I would say I'm sorry for bein' here, but I can't 'cause, uh, the shit I was goin' Through made me go like this, you know? So At least I'm alive and you ain't cryin' over A grave, Tellin' my son somebody killed me in these streets. Just lettin' know I was tryna do it for Y'all, baby, you know? P. S., Uh, love you, man. Uh, Yeah. Yeah, all right. I-I'll write you back later. King. I'm tryna be somebody Without catchin' a body. Collect call to mommy. I don't want you cryin' about it. It happened in the streets, so I had to Write about it. Either me, I ain't even lie about it. Livin' without this money, I would rather die Without it. Wrote you a letter, Hope you're thinkin' 'bout me. Sorry, but I'm not sorry. Sorry, but I'm not Sorry.