Scott Storch - Sorry (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Welcome to the story Of the kid chasing glory I live to leave a legacy My own memento mori Easier said than done, won't be an easy run But someone's gotta do it, maybe I'm the one I can only hope Down with the bumpy and the lonely road [Verse] I just changed my view, sh** was overdue Dealing with inner fights, like I was the Wu Everything I do, I put my soul in it My train of thought keep runnin', endless loads of coal in it Run my own business, don't draw no hoes in it Sorry if my flow's off, it's on the North Pole chilling And I don't need no iceman, I do my own k**ing f** you and your hand outs, I can make my own living I guess it ain't true what you brag about Cause in the club, you just bring Precious out Swear it's facts what I'm rapping about Plus, my punchlines could knock Ca**ius out Want a new favourite rapper? I can fill the void Really man, say it, what's your sk** of choice? A lotta talents hidden in this voice Not from the Chi, but ya bet I got the illest noise Ask anybody, I'm the greatest in here All this on willpower like Jaden's career The crib's all love, I don't want haters in here Shh, everybody quiet, I'm creating in here Bro, I heard your new tape and maybe something's wrong with me Cause what you say is 'f**in flames', is f**ing boring me Your music got no brain, no heart, you need Dorothy I've heard about enough from you, we all just want some more of me Don't you bother sending shots, Mvd immortal, see? That mean I will live forever, there's no use in mourning me Wake up in the morning, eat, get head and that's a mild day Make a track a horror flick, like really, man, it's child's play I'm f**ing undefeatable, Wenger should be coaching me An arsenal of different styles, I'm keeping them all close to me You know how it's post to happen, you know how it's post to be Rapper eater, devour competition like they're groceries(I'll f**in' do it) f** it, b**h, I got more j**els than a socket Get up off my dick, or you might as well s** it I call her LeToya Luckett, cause she's a thorn in my side She realized my destiny, then left me behind But damn, I took the tables, made them spin like a Dreidel They say I can't spit, I turn to Cain, the beat's Abel Okay I'm on my Maury Povich, you are not the dopest Rappers let me spit a verse and ask me not to roast them Don't have to treat you well boy, rap's no hotel boy But we deal with baggage, we should be the bellboys And man, some of my peers straight outta hell boy f** with a cold man, you'll catch a big L boy Buzy tryna stand up on my own feet Seen homies f**ed up, saying 'I have to drown the old me' Mood swings made their MO to OD But everytime I tried to stop 'em, I got cold feet Goddamn [Outro] One more buzy night Murdered this f**in' beat and no sorry can make it right Mvd!