[Verse 1] I feel sorry for these b**hes, I just f** em and leave em I feel sorry for these fake rappers, nobody believe em I'm not sorry, I get money on my grind on these skaters I don't feel sorry for my public go get this money I made ya Well known street n***a, gang bang in my major Got a lot of shooters and they owe me so many favors I got a lot of k**as from the Delowe to Dacatur I got some youngins kicking doors, ain't talking no Oakland they Raiding I'm flipping enterprise off rental cars from Avis Can't get no chips with no ritz, so I gamble like Vegas Place a bet my driver land, say a prayer that she make it I'm the dealer might f** with ya, just depend how ya play it [Hook] I'm sorry mama for the problems and the Headaches I give ya I'm sorry dad for the hurtful sh** I said I didn't mean it I feel sorry for these n***as they can't help but be haters I'm not sorry for these n***as broke, go get you some paper (x4) [Verse 2] I read the news every morning gotta get me some paper I'm not a rapper I'm a trapper, and a great entertainer You gon' need a lifesaver Ill send you to your savior I'm the coach, I'm the loaner, I'm the ref and the player If he broke he a hater If she broke I don't date her Old lady on the plane, think I play for the Lakers Cuz I ball like I'm Meeks Loyalty like I'm Meech 80 thousand for the rollie, quarter mill for the peace Pink slip for my cars sorry you got a lease I be doing the most, you be doing the least I got a spot on the coast that sits right on the beach Thanks to rapping you need some weed how about you buy it from me? [Hook]