Intro( gotti talking) Aye say ma, you know I wanna apologize for any and everything I ever put you through, and i also wanna let you know that any hurt i caused it was non intentional. I'm here to tell you i'm sorry. Verse 1 Mama, I just wanna apologize for 20 some years of pain now i realize All this shit i put u through, back and forth to juvenile ma ian have a clue When grandma went to church, I was selling work walked up in Trezevant high wit dat 38 under my shirt They tried to kick me out mama came act a damn fool they let me right back in, but wat I go and do Skipped class, catch me on all 3 lunches, smoking og kush a nigha had da munchies All the hurt I caused high speed chases from da laws neighborhood gang fight a nigha done it all ma overall I just want a better life for you and my sister that's why I start sellin' white ma every night and every day I contemplate about da day dey came took chuck away Den i wasn't afraid, to go to jail dats when I hit da streets, start givin' dese nighas hell but in yo eyes, I know dat wasn't da right choice I thank you for yo love and support dats why I jus wanna pologize. Chorus x4 (Cause you know I messed up baby) Yeah, a this dis real life shit homie see nighas make musik I make musik from the heart A drama you know I jus tell it how I live it homie dats da only way I know how Verse 2 Daddy he a OG brutha he was a hustla too Shit run in my bloodline what the fuck you think imma do mama down bad car repoed and the rent was due fo I let her starve i'm off da porch without a fuckin' clue pistol in my hand no mask who would ever knew goon turned rapper to millionaire look what life a do Mama got a big house on the hill and it's white too Think she goin' cocaine crazy jus got a white coupe mama say she proud of me all dese nighas who doubted me raised me ta be a real nigha Memphis brought it out of me Ridgecrest apartments slangin' dope down on Garland feds givin' out too much time, fuck it um robbin' mama say she gon pray fa me know dat dey got a place fa me told her I had a plan and this musik gon make a way fa me sorry fa all the pain tears and all the shame but mama you know I love ya And I promise u imma change (I am) Outro (Gotti talking') Hands in da air U know I speak fa all real nighas around the world Nigha we fall we get back up we make mistakes we make up nigha you feel me You ever got yo mama do kicked in jumped out da rental car and now you had to leave it there. Know what um sayin', this dat life homie and to my nighas who lost dey life in dese streets fo dey got a chance to tell dey mama dey sorry aye gotti gon tell her fa you homie.
Put these awesome lyrics on your blog, profile or website!
Link - Websites & Blogs:
Copy to Clipboard:
COPY LINK
Embed - Websites & Blogs:
Copy to Clipboard: Intro( gotti talking) Aye say ma, you know I wanna apologize for any and everything I ever put you through, and i also wanna let you know that any hurt i caused it was non intentional. I'm here to tell you i'm sorry. Verse 1 Mama, I just wanna apologize for 20 some years of pain now i realize All this shit i put u through, back and forth to juvenile ma ian have a clue When grandma went to church, I was selling work walked up in Trezevant high wit dat 38 under my shirt They tried to kick me out mama came act a damn fool they let me right back in, but wat I go and do Skipped class, catch me on all 3 lunches, smoking og kush a nigha had da munchies All the hurt I caused high speed chases from da laws neighborhood gang fight a nigha done it all ma overall I just want a better life for you and my sister that's why I start sellin' white ma every night and every day I contemplate about da day dey came took chuck away Den i wasn't afraid, to go to jail dats when I hit da streets, start givin' dese nighas hell but in yo eyes, I know dat wasn't da right choice I thank you for yo love and support dats why I jus wanna pologize. Chorus x4 (Cause you know I messed up baby) Yeah, a this dis real life shit homie see nighas make musik I make musik from the heart A drama you know I jus tell it how I live it homie dats da only way I know how Verse 2 Daddy he a OG brutha he was a hustla too Shit run in my bloodline what the fuck you think imma do mama down bad car repoed and the rent was due fo I let her starve i'm off da porch without a fuckin' clue pistol in my hand no mask who would ever knew goon turned rapper to millionaire look what life a do Mama got a big house on the hill and it's white too Think she goin' cocaine crazy jus got a white coupe mama say she proud of me all dese nighas who doubted me raised me ta be a real nigha Memphis brought it out of me Ridgecrest apartments slangin' dope down on Garland feds givin' out too much time, fuck it um robbin' mama say she gon pray fa me know dat dey got a place fa me told her I had a plan and this musik gon make a way fa me sorry fa all the pain tears and all the shame but mama you know I love ya And I promise u imma change (I am) Outro (Gotti talking') Hands in da air U know I speak fa all real nighas around the world Nigha we fall we get back up we make mistakes we make up nigha you feel me You ever got yo mama do kicked in jumped out da rental car and now you had to leave it there. Know what um sayin', this dat life homie and to my nighas who lost dey life in dese streets fo dey got a chance to tell dey mama dey sorry aye gotti gon tell her fa you homie.
NEW LYRICS 
