Sorry Mom

Ain't no lil in my name
I'm a king nigga!
They could belittle you
But not me nigga!
Feel like that Martin Luther King had a dream nigga
Weird nigga from the hood that got the bigger picture

If you out here trapping nigga
Fix the hood
Chill with all the flexing on the book
We good
Jits without a daddy
Just misunderstood
Mamas don't know what happened
Think he gone for good
Don't give up on yo fucking son
Push him to the streets
In the streets he'll run
You know
Where it's drugs and guns
And hoes that wanna fuck yo son life up just because
Our skin is different
Sorry I'm not a nerd with a bag and a kid
That's not a delinquent
Oops
Sorry I ain't make it into Bach
Sorry I went and took pictures with the Glock
Sorry it was all shit you couldn't stop
Sorry my skin is black
Sorry Mom
It's just shit you can't skip growing up black
Lolo son listen to Kodak
Haitians gotta stick together
Through the good through the bad
Whatever
Yanks use to make fun of me
Now they follow me
I ain't
Forget shit
This my best year
Atlantic tryna sign me
Perfect timing
I got kicked out back against the wall
Cause I done seen it all fall
And all I had was my dawgs
Vakabon dreadlocks
You let me grow em
I wrote my Dad he ain't say none

That girl was here to save my life
You know that right
She came crying to you
And you took her side
I took her back
I put down my pride
She got another man
And you still in her life
Took yourself out of mine

New fam that's fine (x2)
Tear drop still crying
Bleau