Mama I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you I won't be the same again Mama I've learned to listen... All these years I've been hurting you I've never thought I'll see u again Mama I've learned to listen.

(I love Rommy) I'm sorry mama あの時は ずるいことばっかして嘘ついてた I'm sorry mama でも許せない 許さなくていいから信頼してくれ I'm sorry mama いっぱい泣かせたね 財布の2万取ってごめんね お金がないって言ってるママに恐喝 遊びの為にまた俺お金貰う 自分でも悪いことだと知って 大人になってやっと知った お金を稼ぐ大変さに 俺まだ未熟だから, mama sorry 死ぬまでに楽させてやるからね Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely シワが増えていくたびに Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely 罪悪感も増えてく I'm sorry mama あの時は ずるいことばっかして嘘ついてた I'm sorry mama でも許せない 許さなくていいから信頼してくれ 俺のママ周りと少し違う 派手な格好 来ないで学校 けど今になってやっと分かった 空っぽな俺に多い愛をくれた 何度も離婚していたよね けどあなたは涙見せなかった 種違いの兄貴引っ越した時涙目の笑顔で見送ってた 朝飯はいつも昨日の残り 夜飯はマック、コンビニ弁当 それでも感じたママの愛情 次は俺が与えるからね Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely 死ぬまでに言っておきたいよ Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely ありがとうとごめんねを I'm sorry mama あの時は ずるいことばっかして嘘ついてた I'm sorry mama でも許せない 許さなくていいから信頼してくれ

Money Row Records Ayayayayayayaaai, ajúa ¿A dónde vas? Pa' la calle mami ¿De nuevo pa' la calle? Tu me conoces ma' Siempre lo mismo contigo... Mamá dame la bendición En el nombre del padre, del hijo, del Espíritu Santo, amén I'm sorry mama pero la calle me llama Y siempre le contesto porque siendo honesto Pal' dinero siempre toooooy Fucking puesto, si la misión es salir del ghetto I'm sorry mama pero la calle me llama Y siempre le contesto porque siendo honesto Pal' dinero siempre toooooy Fucking puesto, si la misión es salir deeel... Quiero la fama, quiero las putas, quiero el dinero Sueno grosero pero al menos soy sincero No como estos raperos Que dicen que la plata no da la felicidad Entonces de to' tus millones dame la mitad Pa' cuando caiga en depresión pagar la terapia Vi'te, cállate no vengas con esa puta labia Y a mi vieja darle to'as las cosas necesarias Mientras prendo un phillie en la Islas de Canarias Prendiendo un gallo del tamaño de una flauta jajaja Pinche Shyno wey, ajúa Hey Shyno ¿Y esa morrilla que le dejó el corazón roto compa? Pues compadre eso es cosa del pasado Que se vaya a la chingada, yo le digo así Hey shorty ya no me llames 'Toy ocupado, tengo otros planes Buscándome la feria mientras digo refranes Contigo perdí pero ahora yo gané Hey shorty ya no me llames 'Toy ocupado, tengo otros planes Buscándome el money mientras suelto refranes Contigo perdí pero ahora yo gané Tu te fuiste de mi vida Y yo no lloro por bandida Ahora sólo pego un call Y llegan 3 enseguida Morena, tequila pa' ahogar las penas Tu recuerdo mi alma envenena Pero tú no vales la pena No no no, no no no Si tú no quieres, quieren siete To'as las libras y el fulete No me gusta la taquilla porque eso compromete Sorry mamá, la calle llama Enamora'o de esa dama Perdi'o entre el vicio y la fama Entre el vicio y la fama Nanana I'm sorry mama pero la calle me llama Y siempre le contesto porque siendo honesto Pal' dinero siempre toooooy Fucking puesto, si la misión es salir del ghetto I'm sorry mama pero la calle me llama Y siempre le contesto porque siendo honesto Pal' dinero siempre toooooy Fucking puesto, si la misión es salir del ghetto S H Y N O Jum, ya tu sabes quien má' Dwayne en la nave espacial

頼を寄せ笑った二人の写真も 君と選んだスニーカーも 君がくれた沢山の手紙も 捨てる事ができないよ ちょうど1年前の海で見た君との花火 見慣れない浴衣姿 照らされた横顔 少し汗が滲む手 君の優しい香り この先もずっと守っていくと誓った Baby I'm Sorry Baby I'm Sorry 君がいなくなってから Baby I'm Sorry 心埋めていたのは 君だったって 気づいたんだ 友達が先 仕事が先 君は後回し 次会う約束をいつも君が決めていたよね 寂しさの中で君は僕に幸せをくれた でも僕は君に幸せ あげる事が出来なかった Baby I'm Sorry Baby I'm Sorry 君がいなくなってから Baby I'm Sorry 心埋めていたのは 君だったって 気づいたんだ 込み上げてくる 君への想いが 好き好きで忘れられないよ 君に会いたい 抱きしめたい あの頃のように Baby I'm Sorry 君と元どおり どうすればなれるのだろう Baby I'm Sorry 僕は変わるから Baby I'm Sorry Baby I'm Sorry もう一度やり直したい Baby I'm Sorry 君が僕の中で 全てだと分かったんだ Baby I'm Sorry... 頼を寄せ笑った二人の写真も 君と選んだスニーカーも 君がくれた沢山の手紙も 捨てる事ができないよ

I got off-topic, I start Talkin' about the drugs and all of the profit and (yeah, DY Krazy) Talkin' 'bout the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (yeah) See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah I talk to bitches even when you right here I text 'em in then room when we layin' right next to each other I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed 'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (yeah), yeah Yeah And you know me, I'ma just charge it to the game Uh-huh Five, four, three, two, one I was 'posed to love you until the sun was done Said I changed when the money start comin' How the fuck you think I wasn't gonna catch on to all that game you was runnin'? See the mula, it got longer, but my mind, it got wider That's why you ain't want me to wear no condom Now tell me what's that about? Why you tellin' niggas about my stash spot? She lucky I ain't kill her, could've gave her an ass-shot See, I'm not worried about them niggas, 'cause I got boys that's gon' crash out See, drive up on your block, do the drive-by, and then smash out (skrrt) Whip it up in the kitchen, no potatoes, got mash out Man, you see I don't care about love I got off-topic, I start Talkin' about the drugs and all of the profit and (yeah) Talkin' 'bout the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (yeah) See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah I talk to bitches even when you right here I text 'em in then room when we layin' right next to each other I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed 'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (yeah), yeah I done fucked all her friends, all her enemies too I think her mama even feelin' me too You got a million excuse When you broke, I just bought me a Richard Mille and this shit cost a deuce, yeah Summertime, top off But all my seats, they all made of goose I'm not embarrassed, she sucked my dick and I did not feel a tooth I got a lot to lose, but I lost all my moods (Yeah) Ever since she fucked that nigga that's older than Snoop But I can't blame her because Babygirl had to get her bills paid They was up and I got my meals late Don't give a fuck, nigga, I still feel great I still feel weight Man, I'm touchin' on your hand and you still don't feel me Damn It's just a lullaby, yeah Sometimes you just gotta say bye (I don't wanna die young, I don't wanna die young), yeah (Put me on my side) Picture me, broke as shit (what?) Not gettin' money, shit, I'd probably be hittin' licks (yeah) Probably be flippin' bricks (yeah) Probably be pimpin' chicks (yeah) I don't know, nigga, I'd probably be a hitter or somethin' We kill niggas for like 50 G's (flex) I got that nigga hit for a ten piece (yeah) They shot that nigga broad day, he was boxed in See, in Philadelphia, you know I'm really locked in Now that boy got a shit-bag on Suboxone Shit, man, we kill for fun Got a problem with him? Then it's problem with me, 'cause ain't no one-on-one That's how I ride for my gang, that's how I ride for my dawgs 'Cause nine outta ten these bitches, they be frauds (yeah) Yeah, whatever, I jumped off the porch late (so?) If you put your hands on me, you gon' get your day See, my bitch, she think I'm havin' fun, I'm just cheatin' But I'm just gon' stack my money and I'ma attend every meetin', uh I ain't worried 'bout love, man, I love the drug Drug is the money, stack it up and take care of my family I remember I used to stack my money just to cop Xannies Now I got bitches from overseas takin' off they panties See, I'm a Leo like a lion but my life is oh so dandy I walk around five hundred, nigga, don't try jam me (fresh) They'll pull a white sheet off of you like you a piece of candy I'm so high, man, I swear I'm never landin', I'm gone, yeah And it's just crazy how The whole time niggas be plottin' on you (goodbye, world) These bitches be plottin' on you All you gotta do at the end of the day You came in this world by yourself, you gotta go out that way Yeah It's just a lullaby

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yah) Yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa, oh) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, brr) Yeah-eh I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone) That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone) I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone) I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son I don't even know how I made it I was nervous, but I had patience I ain't gon' lie, I'm the greatest I don't even know how I made it Fuckin' hoes like, "Bye-bye, baby" Fuck me, you get Mercedes Fuck me, you get Mercedes I like my girls from the hood (I like my girls from the hood) I know I'm not nothin' good (I know I'm not nothin' good) I know I'm misunderstood (yah, fuck 'em) I know that you're all alone I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone) That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone) I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone) I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son And my circle tight just like some Cheerios Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal (ayy) Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode Legends never die, I got on white so there's no burial And my circle tight just like some Cheerios Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode Legends never die, I got on white, so there's no burial (Lil Uzi) Now, back up Shawty gave me brain (what?), she got her master's (yeah) Pull up with ten whips (whips), like, what's a Mazda? (Yeah) My man's in a Ghost, I call him Casper (whoa) I can't trust a ho, no, I can't track her (none) I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone) That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone) I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone) I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son (plans, son)