Sorry bro

Bro I'm sorry for the shit I said, Sometimes I wish I was dead, knife to my neck, Gun to my head, smoke in my chest, Razor blade flowing coming in its that rusty shank, broken chains on a dog's neck feels like my neck got a pitbull with its fangs, pussy you know what's at steak, I'll drop my Addy hope you on the way, they wanna shake me down but I won't shake, soon we going be eating Benz off the plate, if my brother starving with no chain, of my neck Imma give him my chain, tell him no more starving starting today, feeling like no body gots you but I got you n its all be okie, we going roll up smoke up n it all will go away. Hook (We going make it through the storm make it through the rain, I'm sorry for the shit I sometimes say, can't make jokes with cause you get mad anyways, I show you love but you show me hate) Soon we going hoop in the Benz n ride away, sell out shows live blowing the roof of the place, when we performing 🎭 we going rock out let our hair shake out like we Rockstars know, fuck all those who hate they ain't putting shit on my plate, they trying to put themselves above me but they wond up below me in second place, I got wasp stings, butter fly speed, I got some Iron hands come n see, Imma take the lead, first place, need a dimond chain, homie you need to get that seriousness off yo plate, you where still mad even after I told you that I've been blacking out for 4 days, I even tried to take my life away.