Story Of Regret

Yo, if you was really tryna see me,

don't open your fucking eyes

But listen and try to feel me.

Try to stand in my position,

Try to fucking be me,

Bringing you back in time on the streets where I tried to promote my first CD.

Niggas didn't feel it

But I aint never quit

If I saw something money-ish I'd try to steal it.

Boy I was twelve when I was offered my first job,

Brother from my neighbourhood wanted me to rob,

I gave him that rejection, I was a part of his selection,

Actually started helping cause I liked that watches reflection.

You see I followed money, I wasn't on that big dream shit.

No, I wouldn't really fit in Meek's dream, shit.

Yeah

Money is the motivation

Now we bringing revolution,

Money is power and that protects you from execution.

Money reveals everything like HD resolation.

You say you rich I bet that's an illusion.

I was fourteen when I actually started to sell this shit.

Not the volume of your speakers, but yeah it was that loud shit

Money kept coming so I tried to step up my game,

held some straps, people started to fear my name.

And I was only fifteen, I had a lot of customers, they all fiends.

Found messages and then she snitched

Seems it was for the best

Better cause it helped me rest

Bitch I found my team.

What the fuck do you mean

Fuck dream's, I ain't reaching for these.

And Bitch please!

This is my story of regret

And I promise you

I aint never guna forget.

You tryin hard to maintain then go head

Workin till we fall dead

I work hard for everything I get

Best believe that

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

The shit was so ahead,I thought we was all dead

Bitch shut up and quit giving head

Suck so much dick where you teeth at?

Fuck out my face

Take yo bitch ass back to bed.

Keepin it.