SORRY
Well, my first time, let's see
Woke up with the sun today, it's another sunny day
I went past my mama crib, 90210, L.A.
Bought that sh*t six months ago, I'm set for life, yeah, some would say
But every day, I wake up scared that it could be taken from me
I'm not givin' nothin' back, I got used to gettin' paid
But no one ever told me what I had to sacrifice for fame (Yeah)
I'm just tryin' not to go insane
But I got all this weight on me and I just wanna run away (Yeah)
I don't wanna hear from you, I'm losin' my temper now
Get the f**k up off my phone, I don't wanna hear from ya
Went to Mexico for like six days
Came back and now I still feel the same way
f**ked up, in pain
Like, why the f**k I spent a hundred fifty on this plane?
Like, why the f**k I spent two-hundred sixty on these chains?
Like, how am I so paranoid? I bulletproofed my Range
sh*t don't make no sense
I mean, the pressure's immense
I'm nineteen, tryna navigate money and stress
Weird industry friends and my family life is intense
And my girl is always upset 'cause I'm always f**kin' workin'
sh*t, I expect some respect
Can't even go on the 'net without someone goin' for my neck
I forget that I'm blessed, I pray to God, I hope it's a test
'Cause I've been givin' so much, I don't know what I got left
Hold on, baby, check the score, why the hell you talkin' for?
How many weeks on Billboard? Top ten, like forty-four, um
That's just one song and plus my albums, there's a couple more
Walked in Louis, bought the store, model b**ch, she love couture
All that sneak dissin' on the internet, you must be bored
Want my reaction, but my time some sh*t's you can't afford
I paid like way too much for these diamonds, these b**ches ain't floored
I wake up and thank the Lord
Brand-new drink, I sip and pour it up
Uh, I do not really give a f**k
Maybach truck, I pulled it off and I'm sorry
And I do not really give a f**k
When I get high, I just get stuck and I'm sorry
(I am, I am, I am)
(I am, I am, I am)
(Sorry, sorry)
(Sorry)
