(Not) Sorry


{Intro}

See I hate the way this is about to go
(Hol' Up) but I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry
Nah, I ain’t sorry

Mr. Nice Guy’s got fangs shit,
and he ain’t sorry (what)
He ain’t sorry nah
He ain’t sorry

Man fuck you and your whole crew
and I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry
nah I ain’t sorry

Move around and burn like all these fools
and I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry


See I hate the way this is about to go
but I ain’t sorry
finna bring the worst out of all these hoes
stage lookin’ like Maury
See I’m not the type for that thug shit
but some of y’all have got me fucked up
they get bucked rough
when they act tough
then get tucked up
the shit’s messed up
I’m on my Harry Vallance I speak drop ‘em-ese
(Hol’ Up)
Y’all finna pay fees
I’m Slick Rick, you’re a tiny tick
and I’ll check your ass
get a doctor’s slip
I know way too many fuck niggas
way too many fuck hoes
and people talk shit that ain’t real
and that that shit I don’t feel though
I did it on ‘em I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry
I swear to God I ain’t sorry
I body work, until their bodies need work
candy paint, that Bloody Mary,
that Crimson-tinted ferrari
I swear to God I ain’t sorry


See i did it on ‘em and I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry
I swear to God I ain’t sorry

Mr. Nice Guy’s got fangs shit,
and he ain’t sorry (what)
He ain’t sorry nah
He ain’t sorry

Man fuck you and your whole crew
and I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry
nah I ain’t sorry

Move around and burn like all these fools
and I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry

Hang around with two faced dudes
and wonder why your ass’d get burnt fool
and why you end up looking like a damn tool
I swear to God, the whole truth’s
I’ve got no use for your validation
no ear for your conversation
I laugh at all of your downfall
y’all are trying to ball, you aint even crawled
the only thing on their iPod’s
Underground icon
they hate me ‘cause I’m styling on em,
like thats MY fault
Your girl told me I could get it though
I’ve got voice notes
my pimp hand is too strong
ask Anton
No back and forths
more back to back casualties
I can do this casually
sensibly, they know better than to test me
I’ll serve it to you like a canteen
I’m cooking hell for you can’t be’s
the big bully wants candy
Tough guy who is your daddy?
Ha! Don’t tempt me.

*Pop*

{Outro}