sorry

ah ah yeah im sorry but it is what it is fuck ya I still got to handle my biz got dreams ambition in my pocket but my mind locked in the grind can't stop got to hustle blind no offense late nights street lights chasing what's mine every set back a lesson so it I redefine people talk I hear the gossip but I let it pass tell em winners move in silence why the heards analyze my windy conditions u soft u I pay no attention to til im at the top of it no fear in my chest got my crew on my side we pushing thru the streets like j Maine push for peace and whoops so u waiting for me to fail my nigg have a seat im rising like the sun want accept defeat so hear me loud and clear like im on a bullhorn and of course her inter course hit its sever u c me in front of it I finish shit so know u know fuck off heres 2 more fingers fuck u literally I mean it sorry but not sorry I score for my team im a s g shooting guard all 4 quarters I ball no pause u sit down u warm benches im teaching lessons math health literature u c my pictures pa u stand goofy I stand south paw d go hard nigga sorry for this I destroy shit like I hate it