Still Ain't Forgave Myself

Still ain't forgave myself, damn It's a lot of fucked up shit that go down, man You don't even know the half Man I been in and outta trouble since a adolescent Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present I got two uncles, Quint and Man, and they keep me straight 7 or 8, I'm countin money while they movin weight My daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him I say, "Aight," but still I'm feelin like my momma need him They sendin letters home from school, nobody read mines And plus my uncles doin 10 years Fed time Then I started rebellin, began crack sellin Tha littlest thang on the corner wit a Mac 11 After school I hear my mama holla, "Homework! " I say "Aight ma, but look, I got my own work" Started interactin wit fiends at the age of 13 Now my mama findin rocks in my socks, Glocks in my toy box Like damn, why do trouble come to me like this But on the real, it ain't even have to be like this, fuck! Mistakes made on this road to wealth I still ain't forgave myself Ay, what I am today, I made myself But I still ain't forgave myself For runnin to the grave getting closer to death I still ain't forgave my self For anyone who ever wondered how I felt I still ain't forgave myself At 14 man, thought I knew everything I'm slangin slabs, trappin hard, movin heavy Cain I bought an '85 Cutlass on some Dana Danes Now I'm the shit, huh, the motor blew in 30 days Hardheaded man I ain't listen to anything I'm getting money so, I'm right and I got plenty game Besides, why I need school? I'mma be rappin mama If that don't work, well, I guess I'mma be trappin mama But hey I promise I'mma make it cause I'm damn good I'mma get us out this hood and off these canned goods School just a white man game, and it's ran good At 16, here's my introduction to manhood Blue lights behind me, damn, what I'm gonna do? Cause I got 2 pounds of weed in the car and a 380 too I'm guessin everything'll be aiight if I just keep it cool How ya doin officer, what ya mean why I ain't in school Can you search the car? Yea but, I rather that you didn't Besides it's just a waste of your time cause ain't nothin' in it (Laugh) I guess that's when I seen, that I ain't know shit When stuck in a place wit freedom I ain't gone get (Damn!) Mistakes made on this road to wealth I still ain't forgave myself Ay, what I am today, I made myself But I still ain't forgave myself Guess these the chances ya take, when dealt the cards I was dealt But I still ain't forgave myself For anyone who ever wondered how I felt I still ain't forgave myself Outta all the niggas I was wit when I was doin wrong 3 in the fed, 1 doin life, and 2 dead and gone Knew there was more to life than sellin blow and chopper bustin But what's the good in knowin' better if I ain't tell 'em nutthin I knew I coulda told Cap not to kill shawty Put down the gun, get in the car let 'em live shawty You'll probably get locked up, and I'll probably have a deal shawty Naw, I ain't scared, I'm just telling ya like it is shawty Coulda told Endae, Quint, and Kern, man ya covers blow Leave that country town alone, yall need to come back home Bankhead and J-Rue, I just feel like if I was wit 'em They woulda never got killed that night if I was 'em Seem like I coulda done mo', said mo' Why all my partners gotta be dead or in the fed fo'? All the time, I just wish that yall could ball wit me Sometimes at night I close my eyes, and dream that yall wit me (damn) And even though they say I can't blame myself I still ain't forgave myself For all the mistakes made on this road to wealth I still ain't forgave myself What I am today, I made myself But I still ain't forgave myself For anybody who ever wondered how I felt I still ain't forgave myself And yea they say I can't blame myself But I still ain't forgave myself Fo the mistakes made on this road to wealth I still ain't forgave myself Guess this the chance that you take, when dealt the cards I was dealt But I still ain't forgave myself For anybody who ever wondered how I felt I still ain't forgave myself (Ain't Forgave myself) Yea, for anybody who ever wondered how I felt Anybody who ever wondered what's wrong wit me, here it is 3 16's of what's in the heart of T. I. P This song is dedicated to everybody who ain't here wit me Cap, damn, you fucked up shawty, but when you get out If I live to see it, its gone be on again ya know what I'm sayin And we ain't gotta worry bout goin to jail shawty we legit now Ya know what I'm sayin, Cern, Quint, Endae, yall gone get out man And when you do I'll be there shawty, for sure Bankhead, J-rue, I'm sorry man, some shit I can't change When I get up there, we gone ball again shawty, open the gates let me in We gone ball. J-Rue man I know money ain't worth a friend shawty I fucked up bad man, I still ain't forgave myself My momma, sorry I ain't graduate but Hell we rich now it don't matter. My uncles shit It don't matter either, yall back Well hell, My Lil' boy (music stops) You betta not do the same shit I did Or Im'ma whoop yo muthafuckin ass