Pusha T - Momma I'm So Sorry lyrics

[Pusha T-Intro] Miami Vice, all my c**aine dreamers Ya know Miami Vice, Pusha spit this sh** for yall Here we go [Verse 1-Pusha T] Youngin don't make my sales rise I shoot you out ya Chuckers Pusha hear the whispers of all you motherf**ers Papa said stay free of them s**ers Minus the wicked jumper Street balla like the Rucker Skip To My Lou if you lookin for a couple Roosters in the duffle Keep the hood screaming co*k-a Doodle Doo f**ers Coke by the ton, rap n***as I'm the one With basic rhyme pattern, how the f** you tryin to chatta ASIC a** rappers, got 'em runnin' for they life I philosophize about Glocks and ki's n***as call me young black Socrates, West Indies b**h drop to knees quick..(what) With dreams of being a rich man's b**h Feel sorry for n***as, pull triggas and they sh** click So many bullets jammed in my sh**, should call me lead-fist (leftist) Shake the diamonds out my wrists [Hook- Malice] Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious I dont fear Tubbs & Crockett Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious Got 2 hot rocks in my pocket Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious Big home, palm trees, and watches Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious My only accomplice is my conscience [Verse 2- Malice] Youngin, learn from me, let's not be at odds Were more like than not, 2 peas of a pod Same hustle, cept my hustle now flows I once gave it away, at 30 grams a O That accounts for all them days in the cold Feels like kids and cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl But it's a bigger picture, homes trust I done seen it From Frankfurt to Cologne, Oslo to Sweden From Italy's Milan to the shores of Napoli Now I consider Ferrari and Salvador Dali's I'm no longer local, my thoughts are global Thats why I seem distant, son expand ya vision Even adored by Norwegian woman, blonde hair and blue eyes I'm gettin back with a vengeance Whip it like they want me all attached to the kitten And they wonder in these raps if I'm kiddin...huh [Hook] [Verse 3- Pusha T] Miami Vice Sorry heavenly father, once again I hate to bother It's P the evil creeper send some to the Grim Reaper Meanwhile, me and my mrs. like Soloman and Sheeba Sign of the times her Emilio Pucci sneakers.. huh Ghetto literature, I'd damn near die for Bolivia It dont take much to get rid of ya, once I send for ya Better call the minister...yuugh [Verse 4- Malice] I'm sorry Grandmama for mistakes I have made When I aired family business, how you put me in my place Even my baby mama, I can't look you in the face Cuz I can't do enough, you a symbol of God's grace So I place you in the flower bed, porcelain shower heads Throughout the house and keep the youngin's mouthes fed And when I'm gone, I hope it is said I gave structure to the youth by the example I lead..huh [Hook]