Sorry Not Sorry

Yeah, listen I was blunted last week in Berlin I had this friend who had this whole gram of hash that we burned like gas 82 G body, digital on the dash Catch me with a Backwood, I be rolling up grass Main chick a grade A, she in a whole 'nother class 20 grand in the duffle, I'm in my whole other bag I'm after fo' hundred grand, I'm 'bout to go to Japan I'm 'bout to blow it at Sam's and I'ma post to the 'gram Nah, I'm playing, I'm just rambling, niggas like, "What you be samplin'?" So they can go and snitch to upper management, panicking A pan-handling, Pan-African Banned from traveling after wearing a dashiki to the Vatican Niggas be snapping like Def Poetry vocally Telling the Devil to let go of me Respected globally, slept on locally But the real ones know who stole from me How you doing, it's nice to meet you But I must go now 'cause I don't need you in my life, no I let my phone ring 'til the call drop I'm too busy for your small talk, I don't want to Sorry, not sorry I had shit to do so I skipped your party I'm watching a documentary on Garvey You hang out with people that eat at Arby's I mean, where are we? Might as well bring back Ed Hardy I'm at the park and rec's yelling, "Niggas can't guard me!" I want my Kodak moment Give me a track and I'ma go black on it I spit a whole rap on it Might put the whole pack on it I mean I'm laid back, really But I could flow laps on ya Don't make me collapse on ya Like a tsunami wave These sonic waves will braise through Whatever point you was tryna raise It's not a game, you kinda lame my man I'm just saying, what you explaining fo' Not here to entertain it though I just came to go How you doing, it's nice to meet you But I must go now 'cause I don't need you in my life, no I let my phone ring 'til the call drop I'm too busy for your small talk, I don't want to Sorry, not sorry I had shit to do so I skipped your party