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I’m sorry……if you aint really feelin my shit
I’m sorry……if you aint really likin how I spit
I’m sorry……that I wasn’t raised to quit quick
I’m sorry……that I roll wit the illest clique (UnderGround!)

Niggas get mad when they hear my sound, jealousy makes em clown
Its gravy tho cuz I’m slowly elavatin and they fast spiralin down
Cats call me oxi where I come from cuz my flow stays clean
They call me greasy on my block, cuz my flow stays mean
I stay shinin above the rest, so u can call me halogen
Haters try to bring me down but I aint steady hearin dem
They must come harda for me to be even seein dem
They talk loud, but when they step they get devoured like chicken
The fact is I’m on point and my rhymes is hard hittin
The end result is you losin confidence and givin up spittin
It’s a fact nigga, that statement was not a hypothesis
You can hate, complain, call me names, but there is no stopping this

I’m sorry……if you aint really feelin my shit
I’m sorry……if you aint really likin how I spit
I’m sorry……that I wasn’t raised to quit quick
I’m sorry……that I roll wit the illest clique (UnderGround!)

My hook is an apology to all those who have fallen
And to those that will fall, but aint yet, cuz they stallin
Accept your fate, your destiny, your chosen path of life
Let me Sean Paul it, and show you the tunneled light
It is what it is, a nigga does what he has to
So if that means servin u up, then I’d be glad to
For certain, I box cats like jones, correct they cocky tones
The level between us is so great, its like we speakin thru cheap cell phones
I try my best to be humble, but ignorant victims wanna royally rumble
So I clean these wannabe thugs act up, until they speak like Brian Gumble
Some say I waste the time I spend, tryin my best to make em comprehend
That this is the end, there is no other way, this is just how I make ends meet ends

I’m sorry……if you aint really feelin my shit
I’m sorry……if you aint really likin how I spit
I’m sorry……that I wasn’t raised to quit quick
I’m sorry……that I roll wit the illest clique (UnderGround!)

My name is like a dick, bitches can’t keep it out they mouth
All I’m attemptin to do is bring hot flow from the south
Show these niggas it doesn’t have to be about all about pimp-cups
Kids is ignorant though, they insist on rappin about Jay-cob
The jewler, a man they’ll most likely never meat
Cats is desperate, they’ll do anything to make they shit catch heat
I’m different, I’ve accomplished incredible feats
Murdered four niggas without even ridin a beat
It comes easy, I’m laid back, but I will talk smack
Only cuz I can back it up, so watch yo skull it can and will crack
So give me my props when my drops are hot
Cuz you know I keep the temp up like a summer parkin lot

I’m sorry……if you aint really feelin my shit
I’m sorry……if you aint really likin how I spit
I’m sorry……that I wasn’t raised to quit quick
I’m sorry……that I roll wit the illest clique (UnderGround!)

Jus lookin for feedback, if you aint likin me and just wanna post bullshit then take it to bitch smacked, just check me out and give feedback, thanks.

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"Lord forgive me, but he tried to kill me, somebody out there gotta feel me."
-Young Buck