Regrets

(I get my work from a narco)

It's all about the money, ****

No cash, all you **** really

Look

I don't wanna hit no party, let's make money instead

I don't wanna be your friend, shit, you might be a fed

Shit, I might go to hell 'cause I love my dead

I'm talkin' dead presidents in my pocket, bread

I swear to God that bitch annoyin', but she give good head

**** soak up the game, **** fake, that's what I said

If you don't know me, Parkside is what I rep

I be thinkin' 'bout mistakes, I be thinkin' 'bout regrets

All I know about is pain and hate

It's like I suffer back-to-back everyday

I hope you **** soakin' up my game

I know I'm blessed, but the devil tryna play

I don't want you in my life, I just want you in my bed

Fuck it, let's go eat, I look fly, so put on a dress

I look fly, I don't try, I got no one to impress

I don't even like to flex, I had nothin' back then

I ain't had nothin', had to get my paper up

I just wanna count, keep countin', fuck a papercut

I'ma keep goin', keep goin' 'til I make her nut

Shorty say she love the way she live 'cause I make it fun

I don't wanna hit no party, let's make money instead

I don't wanna be your friend, shit, you might be a fed

Shit, I might go to hell 'cause I love my dead

I'm talkin' dead presidents in my pocket, bread

I swear to God that bitch annoyin', but she give good head

**** soak up the game, **** fake, that's what I said

If you don't know me, Parkside is what I rep

I be thinkin' 'bout mistakes, I be thinkin' 'bout regrets

I be thinkin' 'bout mistakes, I be thinkin' 'bout regrets

You know, I can't be the only one thinkin' 'bout regrets, you dig?

And mine a lot of fuck shit

I just be thinkin' and shit

I swear I be rappin' 'bout real shit, **** rappin' 'bout fuck shit

That's on God

Ayy, you ain't gotta like me, ****, just respect me

Parkside baby, ayy

Parkside baby, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy