Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Apologize, artist - Tee Grizzley. Album song The Smartest, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment
Song language: English
I Apologize |
Hit-Boy |
Had to take my jewelry off for this shit, man |
Na, na-na, na-na |
Had to take money out pocket and everything, before I even start rappin' |
Ooh yeah (Ooh yeah) |
Just so I get that feel again, you know what I’m sayin'? |
Na, na-na, na-na, na |
Back to that grind and hunger |
Not like everybody else lil' bitch (Ooh wee) |
Last thing I dropped was some industry songs, I thought was gon' be lit |
Now I know if I keep doin' that, I ain’t gon' be shit (I tried it) |
I can’t make that shit stronger from drinkin' |
All the people that relate to me, do not relate to Taylor Swift (Uh-uh) |
So I apologize (Apologize) |
For comin' to the studio and seein' dollar signs (Dollar signs) |
Instead of bein' real with y’all, like how I’m traumatized (Traumatized) |
The shit that happened to JB, hit me so hard, it made my mama cry (Damn) |
Speakin' of my mama, yeah she still got a lot of time (Uh-uh) |
Lost my great-granny, we knew she was almost out of time |
I ain’t cut them niggas off for nothin' they was out of line |
Niggas rappers to the fans, have 'em singin' like Ty Dolla $ign (Ooh yeah) |
I ain’t no rapper, I’m an artist |
Done been in and out of jail, so I gotta be the smartest |
Put some season like Loris |
Put the guns down from my past, now I’m a target |
Had to pick the guns back up, case they start sparking (Woo) |
Real peace, I’m tryna get closer to it |
I can’t find that in money 'cause I be blowin' through it |
Free my commissary niggas and that bitch goin' through it |
Few M’s in cash, bet you can’t get to know me for it (Uh-uh) |
The real side of me (Real side) |
It’s a broke me (Yeah) |
And the rich me owe him an apology |
Really I hit the lottery (I did) |
And instead of being grateful |
I just see people and let it bother me |
Kylie made a billion, I’m failin' in life, I gotta be |
She younger than me, so I’m 'posed to have more money logically |
Do no start thinkin' like, that shit don’t apply to me |
Kylie Jenner came from millions, I come from poverty |
Anybody born in the money they supposed to |
You was gon' be dead at twenty, that’s what they told you (That's what they |
said) |
But instead you got rich and fucked all the hoes that hoe’d you (All of 'em) |
Now it’s time to make sure you don’t go back to the old you (No you can’t) |
Now I understand (I understand) |
I’m me, so I ain’t nothin' like no other man |
When they was buyin' fix and never wearin' clothes twice |
I was at auntie house, tellin' Lau', «Give me everything you don’t like» |
What I got in common with these other rappers? |
Nothin', nigga (Nothin') |
They make theyselves feel real by hangin' with bummy niggas |
Pull up to the trenches, take some pictures, let 'em clutch the blicky |
That’s why I be irritated when I gotta fuck with niggas (On my mama) |
I’ma tell you the truth (Man, the truth) |
Ain’t lettin' niggas get some money, all that other shit is stup' |
I got bitches, got my niggas, I got millions in the stu' |
Trade my mansion for a cell over some call, boy would you? |
(Boy) |
But let you tell it, you quick to blast, gon' flip his ass |
Only six packs (That's it) |
Only muscle (That's all) |
Niggas ain’t tryna make love, they 'bout to rape some |
Hahahaha |
That shit funny but it’s true (Hahaha) |
Better grow a brain 'fore it be you ('Fore it be you) |
Better think 'fore you try to be cool (Tryna be cool) |
Better look for some cameras before you shoot |
I was that nigga before I had the cash (Yeah) |
In the club with my bitch, still grabbin' ass (Come here) |
God told me «Son I’m not sendin' you to Hell» |
Even though I kill whoever caught 'em when I threw 'em shade (Amen) |
Don’t let this go over your head |
I wouldn’t told on nobody and I woulnd’t go to jail, nigga (You hear me?) |
Don’t let this go over your head |
I wouldn’t told on nobody and I woulnd’t go to jail, nigga |
Na, na-na, na-na, na-na |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Ooh wee |
Na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na |
Yeah |
Oh yeah |
Ooh yeah |
Yeah (Yeah) |