Sorry. - Shiloh Dynasty

I see a righteous soul…

And you like it…

You love it…

I see a righteous soul…

And you like it…

You love it…

I see a--

Okay I’m

Kicking back, smoking dope

Roll it with my bros

You could smell the fragrance

Sticking to my fucking clothes

Nah I’m kidding, said I’m lying

I don’t even smoke

She tried to break my heart

I told her sorry hoe

I’m the greatest overall

Never needed Adderall

I was focused on my own

That’s the way that I’mma ball

Life is like the cookie jar

Really close but always far

Momma told me I’m a star

Then she copped the foreign car

Ha ha, yeah

Then she copped the foreign car

So I started going hard

Harder than some prison bars

Killing shit, bodying my tracks

Countin' up my racks

Bitter cold, serving to my folks

Dodging all these hoes, yeah!

I see a righteous soul… (dodging all these hoes, you feel me?)

And you like it…

You love it…

I see a righteous soul…

And you like it…

You love it…

Okay I’m

Kicking back, smoking dope

Roll it with my bros

You could smell the fragrance

Sticking to my fucking clothes

Nah I’m kidding, said I’m lying

I don’t even smoke

She tried to break my heart

I told her sorry hoe

I see a righteous soul…

And you like it…

You love it…

I see a righteous soul…

And you like it…

You love it…

I see a righteous soul…

And you like it…

You love it…