Quelly Woo – Jealousy Lyrics

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[Intro]
Woo
Rich Lou on the track
Yo Duppy, roll another one cuzzy, huh
Cash rule everything around me, huh, yeah
Cash rule everything around me, look

[Chorus]
I’m feelin’ jealousy
A few niggas hatin’ and envy me
I told her TP, stop the talkin
Kick a Chevy, we could split it in portions, like
Grab the fire like Buddy Bodega, call up Eli, he gon’ shoot like a Laker
Shoot like PG from the Pacers, they call me TP ’cause I never say much
I’m feelin’ jealousy
A few niggas hatin’ and envy me
I told her TP, stop the talkin
Kick a Chevy, we could split it in portions, like
Grab the fire like Buddy Bodega, call up Eli, he gon’ shoot like a Laker
Shoot like PG from the Pacers, they call me TP ’cause I never say much

[Verse]
Look, if I call up Duppy, he turn that boy to a dubby
Eli throw bullets like Payton, eyes Asian but that booty Jamaican
If you trust me, then open and send it
She a baddie, hol’ on, but her credit is lovely (Hol’ on, hol’ on)
Look, I gotta lay low, eyes off that grass got a halo
Bad bitch, bendin’ over the table

Hit it twice, I got her singin’ like JLo
Went to the pound, bought a greyhound
I pop a Perc’ I’ma gon’ give her like eight rounds
I need a baddie from Dubai, mix the exotics, it give you a new high

[Bridge]
Cash rule everything around me, huh, look
f*ck the fame, love different around me, look, hold on
Had some dark days, it was cloudy, look, hold on
100 Clocc Crip and say it proudly, say it proudly

[Chorus]
I’m feelin’ jealousy
A few niggas hatin’ and envy me
I told her TP, stop the talkin
Kick a Chevy, we could split it in portions, like
Grab the fire like Buddy Bodega, call up Eli, he gon’ shoot like a Laker
Shoot like PG from the Pacers, they call me TP ’cause I never say much
I’m feelin’ jealousy
A few niggas hatin’ and envy me
I told her TP, stop the talkin
Kick a Chevy, we could split it in portions, like
Grab the fire like Buddy Bodega, call up Eli, he gon’ shoot like a Laker
Shoot like PG from the Pacers, they call me TP ’cause I never say much

[Outro]
They call me TP ’cause I never say much

Dwyane Wade Frustrate His Kids On IG With Nude Photo With Gabrielle Union

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Dwyane Wade is leaving his kids feeling some type of way after posting too much on the Gram.

Many parents will tell you that it is their duty to embarrass their kids. It looks like Dwyane Wade is taking that advice to heart after a photo he posted on his birthday led to comments of disgust from three of his children, including his opinionated 2-year-old’s Instagram account. The picture was posted early on Wade’s 39th birthday and showed him standing completely nude with his lower half being blocked by his wife, Gabrielle Union, who stood smiling in front of him in a bathrobe. “Birthday behavior!! 39 is already looking up,” Dwyane captioned the post.

Dwyane’s 18-year-old son, Zaire Wade, was the first of his children to comment on the post, writing, “This isn’t what i wanted to wake up to,” along with a nausea emoji. His 13-year-old daughter followed shortly after with the comment, “Ayooooo chill, I just got on,” followed by some shocked and sad emojis. Never one to be left out on social media, 2-year-old Kaavia chimed in on the post last, adding, “Thought I had more time before his midlife crisis.” Of course, Kaavia’s account is run by her parents, and the comment was likely a joke crafted by her mom.

Despite the shade from his kids, who obviously think of themselves as much cooler than dad, Dwayne’s birthday photo was liked over a million times on Instagram. The athlete has an impressive body and is certainly aging gracefully, so there’s no reason he shouldn’t be able to flaunt what he’s got. Dwyane Wade and Gabrielle tend to keep their social media feed fairly PG, but it looks like they decided to have a little more fun for Wade’s birthday.

Considering the man has two teenagers and a toddler with a whole lot of personality, this surely won’t be the last time we hear about his kids passing some judgement on their father’s social media behavior.

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Wale – Shine Season Lyrics

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Part I

[Intro: Wale & Sam Sneak]
Oh my God, Oh my God again
Shine season
Y’all niggas still in the bleachers
Mula
Good looking, yeah
Money
Yea boy

M-M-M-Maybach Music

[Verse 1]
In and out of town [?] us
Skin brown so the cops busting
Cockroaches ain’t got to love me
Top charts since dropping lotus
Drop top the car show it
Drop top your bra showing
Tammy Lahren I ain’t ready for you
All the Becky’s want a uncle Tom Sawyer
Race draft first pick
John Lennon for Don Lemon
Omarosa for a palm tree
Your lil’ son see we both shady niggas
DC crazy nigga
Woop woop
PG crazy nigga
Woop woop
We see 12 pull up
Woop woop
Feet don’t fail me nigga
I got the moves like Sean tonight
I got the juice like soccer wives
I ain’t romantic but I got a Wraith
So take the p*ssy under stars tonight
If it’s on then it’s on for life
If it’s squad then it’s squad for life
If it’s a foreign in your neighborhood and you see a Ghost say Folarin in it right
That petty humor makes your bitch choose
House wives call me home improvement
I say your name they say mani-pedi, they don’t even got a toe or nail improvement
Hottest out what I got to do to show you stupid putos who the hottest doing
What they trying to do but they as not as fluent
Shine season give me number 2
Money where is number number 2
I just did a f*cking number 2
Money where is number number 2
I just did a f*cking number 2
Shine season and it’s my season heard that Cool and Dre is in the other room
Keep going

Part II
[Beat Switch]

[Bridge: Sam Sneak]
Oh shit this the part where the shit goes left right

Or do it go right
Or no we go up
Whatever
Talk to them

Maybach Music

[Chorus]
Woosaa woosaa
I been working too hard, too hard
Woosaa woosaa
I been grinding too hard, my god
Draco draco draco draco all you niggas fake though
You, you
Draco draco draco draco all you niggas fake though
Said woosaa woosaa
I been working too hard too hard
Woosaa woosaa
I been grinding too hard, my god

[Verse 2]
Draco draco draco draco, dress your favorite in that halo
Hitters, they from Haiti don’t you make me sak pase so
Maybe I am crazy cause I’m wavy out my way though
Give a bitch a baby way before she get the Seiko
Draco draco draco have you ever seen a draco?
You ever had a sweeper when you squeeze it make you shake up?
Faking faking faking faking, all you niggas fronting
How you taking Xannys trying to operate a weapon?
What the f*ck is up?
Niggas looking real sus
Ask him where’s his passport he rap about the plug enough
I ain’t trapping I just know what’s up
Label me that pro black backpacker that bitches love
All I see is hoe ass rap niggas in every the club
All I see is the Instagram pictures that’s tricking us
All I need is all my black niggas to live it up
Cause North Korea might go bat shit, f*ck you little guns

[Chorus]
Woosaa woosaa
I been workin’ too hard, too hard, yeah
Woosaa woosaa
I been grindin’ too hard, my god
Draco draco draco draco all you niggas fake though
You, you, you
Draco draco draco draco all you niggas fake though
Said woosaa woosaa
I been workin’ too hard, too hard, yeah
Woosaa woosaa
I been grindin’ too hard, my god

Sybyr – From The Cut Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Uh, first things first I’m from PG
Weirdos get put in the cut, Evidently
First, one to break out like bad acne
Excuse me, while you call me a pain like a bad knee
I told myself I wouldn’t fit in this shit
Look around and back at me with all this anger, and dip
Back in the closet like a bitch who never have anyway
Stabbing themselves a couple times so all their matters can stay
Blood all over the floor, where the tampons go?
Burning houses to the ground, we’re going camping today
f**k manners, you don’t understand what I have to say
Anyway, make money, stab a bitch with a blade, Ok
I had enough of this “mac nigga”, for one track
Still can’t rap, putting words together with the match
Always thoughts about stabbing bitches and suicide
You can’t rap Prince George with that
Too bad, I wish I had a similar story
Instead of f**ked-up minds of opposite glory
Adore me, like a bad trip ignore me
I’m just a different kind of nigga in your world bitch
Can’t blame me, look at this mess I want a syringe
Put minds to death or for theft
Unimportant little shit, never claimed your the best
Breaking necks by the bell make a terrible death
You need some therapist? Mac is not a lyricist
Making petty bars? sit down, drink ya’ medicine
I thought honesty was the best policy you can shake
Hypocritical, faggot f**kers, turn around as I say, see, smell
Touch the taste guess I’m full of the shit
Never cool inside the school, cause the kids were a bitch
Rejection was my best friend, always sucking my dick
Then depression came along, God damn she was thick

[Chorus]
Never had a f**king friend until I started making beats
All you f**kers fake, and you carry a disease
Nevermind me I’m sick as can be
Born In VA, Raised in MD
Never had a f**king friend until I started making beats
All you f**kers fake, and you carry a disease
Nevermind me I’m sick as can be
Born In VA, Raised in MD

Shoreline Mafia – Bathing Ape Lyrics

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[Intro: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes (On my clothes)
I get face, from all these hoes (All these hoes)
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours (Pourin’ fours)
In the spot, you know we tote them
Ron-Ron, do that shit
AceTheFace

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles

[Verse 1: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, I rock FTP ski
BB belt, ain’t no way you can’t see me
Drip so hard, all these niggas wanna be me
I don’t got time, don’t care you wanna see me
She a ho but she giving out them freebies
See them 304’s don’t do that shit to me, see
I go upside her head, this movie ain’t no PG
I go upside her head, this movie ain’t no PG
I’m rated R, just bought a car
She like, “Who you think you is?” Bitch, I’m a star
Stuck off a bar, higher than Mars
Told a nigga pull up but I said, “You kinda far”
I can serve the cocaine, I can serve the tar
But them pressed pills, that’s what got a nigga far
Fuck the rap game, what I wanna sell is raw
Fuck the rap game, what I wanna sell is raw

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
Damn, the plug walked in and it’s me, nigga
Swear I got enough bread to eat for three niggas
We ain’t fuckin’ ‘less this bitch gon’ bring a fee with her
I’ll be screamin’, “Free my niggas,” ’til they free nigga
I’m a dopeboy, I stack money from the floor, boy
Oh boy, caught this nigga at the store, boy
I poured a four then scraped the bowl, I’m tryna get all the extras
I’ma get her off the molly, keep it real, she a tester
I’ma go and hit the stove, I cook it up like professors
When I pour it out the pint you know I don’t have to measure
Niggas talkin’ crazy, I ain’t feelin’ the pressure
I’ma send another note, I picked it up and went neck-up
Niggas wanna beef, to keep it real, it’s whatever
Niggas wanna slide, I hope you came with some extras
I’ma fuck his bitch, but it’s for money, no pleasure
Baby, wash your hands, this is Burberry leather

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles

Denzel Curry & IDK – Uh Huh

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[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Denzel ’bout to bring the pain, uh-huh
Flowin’ like I’ve never seen a drain, uh-huh
Undertaker and my nigga Kane, uh-huh
Hardest tag-team in the game, uh-huh
ULT that be the campaign, uh-huh
Doin’ stupid shit to get a name, uh-huh
Me to you, don’t be the one to blame, uh-huh
Stupid niggas get alot of fame, uh-huh
I don’t fuck with you ’cause you a lame, uh-huh
Smack a pussy nigga out the frame, uh-huh
Spin kick leaf hurricane, uh-huh
Hit a nigga with the novacane, uh-huh
Knock-out, uh, rock-out, uh
Denny got some shit to air the block out, uh
Lock-out, uh, knock-out, uh
He done with the work, now it’s time to clock-out, uh

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Bitch better fly out the buy out (what?)
Bitch better run out or die now (okay)
Bitch better fly out the buy out (what?)
I run the game, ain’t no time out (yeah)
Bitch better fly out the buy out (uh)
Bitch better run out or die now (okay)
Bitch better fly out the buy out (yeah)
I run the game, ain’t no time out (yeah)

[Verse 2: IDK]
PG nigga, no point guard
Where them niggas still shoot to make a point, uh
Dodgin’ all the pigs, no oink oink, uh
Do a five-year bid for the points, uh
Come back, feel the pain in his voice, uh
Tatted up, put the shank on a hoist, uh
Shank shank for the bank when the boy start (yeah)
Now we back doin’ 10 in the joint, uh
That’s the story though, only 15 with the .30 and the .40
More kills for the bills
No chill how the story go
He don’t know his father but he’ll never go to Maury though
He about to overload
Check your pockets, 40 low
Click and clock with .44
If he hear an undertone, cock it back and let it go
Front page, centerfold, mugshot, there he go
I know how the story go, you can read it in the post

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Bitch better fly out the buy out (what?)
Bitch better run out or die now (okay)
Bitch better fly out the buy out (what?)
I run the game, ain’t no time out (yeah)
Bitch better fly out the buy out (uh)
Bitch better run out or die now (okay)
Bitch better fly out the buy out (yeah)
I run the game, ain’t no time out (yeah)

Future – Sorry (Hndrxx Album)

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[Chorus]
Yeah, ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be that way
Ain’t mean to desert you
Sorry that it looks that way
Ain’t really tryna hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryna hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be that way
Ain’t really tryin’
I ain’t really tryin’

[Verse 1]
I was in the U.K. thinkin’, shit don’t feel the same
Addy got me daydreamin’, hope I ain’t goin’ insane
Hard to say you care about me, when this mink draggin’ to the floor
Tryna find a PYT, I already got some at home
I breathe the air she breathes
It’s hard to breathe on my own
It’s somethin’ ’bout infidelity
Make me check every single stone
Gotta drink my blood like a Hebrew
‘Cause I’ve been gettin’ fly, since Evisu
Made her spit sides in Ibiza
I can get you off in Belgium
Diamonds shining off very seldom
Grab a couple chicks, then nail them
Take ’em to the hood, then sell them
Fam come first, you never fail them
Rebellious, always respect my elders
That’s why I might treat you like I’m careless
Sold crack to a pregnant lady
Forgive me for the crack baby
If I open up my eyes, it turn black for real
Pack was too small, I ain’t have it vacuum sealed
Word to Uncle Charles, nigga I got the sack for real
Money, broads, lawyers cost a half a mil’
Fame change, the family loves the way it is
Fame change, a ho loves the way I give
Paid for my mistakes like a drug deal
Paid for my mistakes like a drug deal

[Chorus]
Yeah, ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryin’

[Verse 2]
It can get scary when you legendary
Caramel complexion, that’s a Halle Berry
Cash rules everything around music
The game doped up, every nigga usin’
Grab the .50 carbon, hit him with the tool
I’m not tryna argue, I got issues
You see what I’ve been put up against, baby
You see why I’ve been tryna make the rent, baby
Tryna keep you closer than lint, baby
Dime rose, ’bout to get lynched, baby
It’s hard to caress you
All your bad energy, it’s hard to bless you
Commercial flights gettin’ too hectic
V12 motors, my confession
Tryna identify, you look sketchy
I’m a real nigga, it’s hard to accept me

[Chorus]
Yeah, ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryin’

[Verse 3]
Hot tenderoni, Bobby Brown ooh
Child is so phony, I got somethin’ to prove
Work every day like I got somethin’ to lose
Oxycont’ got me flown up, nothin’ new
Styrofoam cups, everything is approved
Styrofoam cups, everything is approved
Money stand up and it got me seduced
I got that hot dope, but I got that boost though
Ayy, my Lamb hit a pothole
These bitches some thot hoes
I hit the lotto in South Africano
Yacht party, sittin’ at the dock of the condo
Better not be late, bitch, you better come pronto!
Better come with a combo
Asian persuasion, Cubana, mi ana
Yolanda, Sholanda, Miyana, Mufasa
I don’t know Spanish, I barely talk proper
It became problems when I didn’t send flowers
King like Mufasa, messiah, then higher
Goshies and Rollies, yeah fuck all the police
Shout out my woadie, he smashin’ the C.O
My wrist got an ego, my watch in an igloo
We took illegal, got stripes like a zebru
Pimp like a rollin’ stone, high when I greet you
Diamonds just fall on you, effortlessly ball on you
L-O-to-V-E, I hope you get greedy
Chasers do numbers, man chains is on Fiji
Kidnapped your heart ’cause you gave it too easy
Diamonds on sight is way brighter than Geezy
Shout out to DiDi, got goonies on speedy
She like it rated, ain’t nothin’ ’bout her PG
I had it, made it, I thought I was jaded
Persian, Malaysian? Super sensation
Yah, sushi was raw when she got confiscated
No invitations, we showed up and made it
Long as my dawgs here, bitches betrayed me
Pigeons contagious, I shoulda known it
I turned the pages, heavily sedated
Too many clone me, too many phonies
Armani on me, you never warned me
How can you blame us when we all out the trenches?
Gold chains and rings, they’re so easily gettin’ offended
Spendin’ all your show money tryna keep up with my image
Fuck around, take a O from me, and never give a penny
Fuck y’all, I skrrt off ’cause everything shitty
I hit my first model, stepped up my pimpin’
Caught her off the runway, she instantly committed
Paper got my mind gone, too caught up on my city
In and out of time zones, runnin’ up a billi’
Indian Cherokee, clarity, shinin’ is therapy
Mami Israeli (Mami Israeli)

[Chorus]
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be that way
Ain’t mean to desert you
Sorry that it looks that way
Ain’t really tryna hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryna…

Future – Sorry Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Yeah, ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be that way
Ain’t mean to desert you
Sorry that it looks that way
Ain’t really tryna hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryna hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be that way
Ain’t really tryin’
I ain’t really tryin’

[Verse 1]
I was in the U.K. thinkin’, shit don’t feel the same
Addy got me daydreamin’, hope I ain’t goin’ insane
Hard to say you care about me, when this mink draggin’ to the floor
Tryna find a PYT, I already got some at home
I breathe the air she breathes
It’s hard to breathe on my own
It’s so not different than the tea
Make me check every single stone
Gotta drink my blood like a Hebrew
‘Cause I’ve been gettin’ fly, sippin’ diesel
Made her spit sides in Ibiza
I can get you off in Belgium
Tryna shine me off very seldom
Grab a couple chicks, then nail them
Take ’em to the hood, then sell them
Fam come first, you never fail them
Rebellious, always respect my elders
That’s why I might treat you like I’m careless
Sold crack to a pregnant lady
Forgive me for the crack baby
If I open up my eyes, it turn black for real
Pack was too small, I ain’t have it vacuum sealed
Word to Uncle Charles, nigga I got the sack for real
Money, broads, lawyers cost a half a mil’
Fame change, the family loves the way it is
Fame change, a ho loves the way I give
Baby mama steaks like a drug deal
Baby mama steaks like a drug deal

[Chorus]
Yeah, ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryin’

[Verse 2]
It can get scary when you legendary
Caramel complexion, that’s a Halle Berry
Cash rules everything around music
The game doped up, every nigga usin’
Grab the .50 carbon, hit him with the tool
I’m not tryna argue, I got issues
You see what I’ve been put up against, baby
You see why I’ve been tryna make the rent, baby
Tryna keep you closer than lint, baby
Dime rose, ’bout to get lynched, baby
It’s hard to convince you
All your bad energy, it’s hard to bless you
Commercial flights gettin’ too hectic
V12 motors, my confession
Tryna identify you, you look sketchy
I’m a real nigga, it’s hard to accept me

[Chorus]
Yeah, ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryin’

[Verse 3]
Hopped in the ‘Rari, by the ground, ooh
Child is so phony, I got somethin’ to prove
Work every day like I got somethin’ to lose
I’m sick, I got me flown up, nothin’ new
Styrofoam cups, everything is approved
Styrofoam cups, everything is approved
Money stand up and it got me seduced
I got that hot though, but I got that loose though
Ayy, my Lamb hit a pothole
These bitches some thot hoes
I hit the lotto in South Africano
Yacht party, sittin’ at the dock of the condo
Better not be late, bitch, you better come pronto
Better come with a combo
Asian persuasion, Cubana, mi ana
Yolanda, Sholanda, Miyana, Mufasa
I don’t know Spanish, I barely talk proper
Implicate problems when I did send flowers
King like Mufasa, messiah, then higher
Goshies and Rollies, I fuck on a police
Shout out my woadie, he smashin’ the CO
My wrist got an ego, my watch in an igloo
We took illegal, got stripes like a zebru
Built like a rollin’ stone, high when I greet you
Tryna just stall on you, efficiently ball on you
L-O-to-V-E, I hope you get greedy
Chasers do numbers, man chasers on VG
Couldn’t have your heart ’cause you gave it to easy
Diamonds on sight is way brighter than Jeezy
Shout out to DD, got goonies on speedy
She like it rated, ain’t nothin’ ’bout her PG
I had it, made it, I thought I was jaded
Persian, Malaysian, super sensation
Yah, sushi was raw when she got confiscated
No invitations, we showed up and made it
Long as my dawgs and bitches betrayed you
Pigeons contagious, I shoulda known that
I turned the pages, heavily sedated
Too many clone me, too many phonies
Armani on me, you never warned me
How can you blame us when we all out the trenches?
Gold chains and rings, they’re so easily gettin’ offended
Spendin’ all your show money tryna keep up with my image
Fuck around, take a whole [?] and never give a penny
Fuck y’all, I skrrt off ’cause everything shitty
I hit my first model stepped up my pimpin’
Caught her off the runway, she instantly committed
Paper got my mind gone, too caught up on my city
In and out of time zones, runnin’ up a billi’
Indian Cherokee, clarity
Shinin’ is therapy, money is ready
Money is ready

[Chorus]
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be this way
Ain’t mean to try to desert you
Sorry, tryna be this way
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Sorry it’s gotta be that way
Ain’t mean to desert you
Sorry that it looks that way
Ain’t really tryna hurt you
Ain’t really mean to hurt you
Ain’t really tryna…