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First off, please don't ask me how I did it
Mommy got me winning, yeah
I'm glad I ate my spinach
I ain't that extra, pockets always empty
Need a little extra if I gave up
You could find myself like
Rottin' in a lecture at the rate I'm goin'
This baby's gonna be an adult next year
Yes, of course, I know it
When I'm in my thoughts, i never show off
But I'm working hard, I'm
Losing sleep, so yes, i do enjoy it
All y'all like me for a reason so
Let me tell you a little something
And I just did seven shows, sold out the tour
And my bank grows evеry time
The bag is securеd whip a Range Rover
Speedin' to the top let me steer
It's gettin' near, it's gettin' near
It's in the clear, it's in the clear
There's a big bad bag by my
Feet so I ran it up
Make a little cash from my deeds
Hopin' ain't enough
Workin' on my craft every week
Never turnt up bankin' on my luck
Hopin' I'll never get stuck (Baby)

Baby, only 'bout this guala, lady friend
I'm sorry baby, make your favorite rapper
Look like shit, i'm sorry
(I'm sorry) baby always killin' shit
I wonder if he's sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I
Said I'm f*ckin' sorry, yeah
Baby, only 'bout this guala
Lady friend I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
Baby, make your favorite rapper look
Like shit I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
Baby always killin' shit I
Wonder if he's sorry i'm sorry, I'm sorry
I said I'm f*ckin' sorry
Bro, I think we made a f*ckin' hit

I went to school, I got that paper
Mind is always on some paper
Dodgin' all these calls from
Every single label, i don't taper
Double up my dose of Jäger
Industry is filled with fakers
Got the recipe like Martha, baby
Might just be a baker (Woah)
There's a science to it, yeah
Makin' money made me quite a connoisseur man
Flip a five, make a fifty
Still an amateur man
Break her heart, sew the bag
I'm a saboteur man, yeah
Finally hit six digit's, yeah, I
Hope this was the plan, yeah
Lost some friendships on the way
I hope you understand, yeah
Go back to a 9 to 5, yeah, f*ck that
I'll be damned
Stay away from Xan, ego stable on the land
If you ain't about my grind
I don't f*ck with you, i'm sorry
If you don't get why I do
This shit, well, pussy boy, i'm sorry
If I left you all behind
It's for a reason, boy, i'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm really f*ckin' sorry

Baby, only 'bout this guala, lady friend
I'm sorry baby, make your favorite rapper
Look like shit, i'm sorry
(I'm sorry) baby always killin' shit
I wonder if he's sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I
Said I'm f*ckin' sorry, yeah
Baby, only 'bout this guala
Lady friend I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
Baby, make your favorite rapper look
Like shit I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
Baby always killin' shit I
Wonder if he's sorry i'm sorry, I'm sorry
I said I'm f*ckin' sorry

I said I'm f*ckin' sorry
I said I'm f*ckin' sorry