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Sorry Son
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sorry Son was released on December 20, 2024 by Purpl1025 LLC as a part of the album Snake Diamond
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Release DateDecember 20, 2024
LabelPurpl1025 LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Davontie Jackson
Davontie Jackson
Songwriter

Lyrics

What I'm supposed to do
He probably would've said
Sorry son, I had to leave fore my release date
For peace sake, grab my Yays
That's your keepsake
Run them plays we had on the autos and on the estate
Eat plates, even by yourself cause you don't need fakes
Remember getting the bag is the goal, but it ain't the mission
You better keep your loved ones close and check up on your sisters
Remember you and I are the same, just different conditions
You better live up to my name, even if you Jackson
Ruger packing, no reacting, strategize moves
Only action, but soul snatching can traumatize dudes
Know the law, notice the small, these **** sloppy joes
All over the bar, only stash they know is drugs in the car
Don't try to play John Wick, but if you need your blick
He better be lit a John Doe, can't even match a pic
Don't trip on no Hoe
But if you do, she better feel the kick
Make sure you flood that first buss, and then you seal the drip
Sorry son, I didn't make it out the institution
A son without his father, I'm deducting, deducing
Chasing my dreams and I'm rushing, I'm Putin
And now he gone, I can't hear the cheers, or rooting
And I ain't never been a dummy, nothing, I'm Newton
And if you find bread, you find me, I'm gluten
And you can get cut, cut, cut, cut, I'm booting
And if you hear a bus, bus, bus, bus, I'm shooting
Lately I've been tucking rugers, mugging booers
Want my guard down to fool us when they wanna do something to us
Keefe block, when the heat stop, you know we Timb booted
Kempo **** meet mop, he spit that red fluid
They say they built like that, they really med moving
I really bake like that, look how that bread moving
Before I get up to heaven, I'ma get my earth on
If **** do me wrong, I heard vengeance, will get that hurt gone
Turn the other cheek, that's what God'll do, but I'm not God
Tae you paranoid, no one following you, but I got rob
So I'm ready to put **** on exhibit like Pimp My Ride
Sneak up right next to ****, we be side-by-side
I ain't done this before, but I feel like if I die, I die
Maybe it's the grief, or maybe **** too rah-rah
Maybe it's the grief, but I can't think past right now
And I ain't even ask why, I'm stuck on why not
I hope your riders ride for me like they said they would ride
And Inshallah, I hope I make you proud with my life
On Rosetta Felicia, everybody gon' know what I'm not
On Rosetta Felicia, everybody gon' know what I'm bout
Written by: Davontie Jackson
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