album cover
apologies
Hip-Hop/Rap
apologies was released on August 8, 2025 by street language as a part of the album street language
album cover
Release DateAugust 8, 2025
Labelstreet language
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
6kMidnite
6kMidnite
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vahin Sarav Middough
Vahin Sarav Middough
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nightgoer
Nightgoer
Producer

Lyrics

Highclass Street Music, Highclass Street Music
(Bow, uh)
Driving fast as hell, I see them lights and they can't stop this shit
I know I ran it up they ain't believe, don't want apologies
Kick her out the crib, she throw me off she keep on stalling me
I used to hold Ls, now it feel like nobody stopping me
I've been through a lot of shit and I don't want apologies
I done did a lot of shit and I don't give apologies
Your bitch for the birds it make sense why she keep on hawking' me
Give up that lead, we took it
He pop out, we gon' he pop out we gon cook him
He talkin like he gon, he gon talk if he get booked
I hit my first stain and seen that cash and I got hooked
Bro just held it down, the judge gon' throw his ass the book
I know that she want me, that's why she gave me that look
I don't be in the kitchen, but you know I'm bout to cook
I'm movin' **** like like pieces in this shit, yo ass a rook
I rock out like guitar
Tryna play with sixk, your ass might just not see tomorrow
Apple watch the wrist, but I'ma switch with Audemar
Comin' through all crazy, brodie might just flip your car
Say she love me, that's a lie
Bro said he believed in me, he always seen the signs
I know what you mean, lil' bae, I read between the lines
I got what you need, just give me space and give me time
I can't see no hate, John Cena
Ima ball Gilbert Arenas
We gon' hear that shit, but you gon' probably never see us
When I was 15, I was sendin' shit up outta Prius
She hit me like, boy, I need you now
I done ran it up, now all they say to me is, wow
Said he got them bands, I know that's cap, I'm calling foul
Drivin' fast as hell, I see them lights and they can't stop this shit
I know I ran it up, they ain't believe, don't want apologies
Kick her out the crib, she throw me off, she keep on stallin' me
I used to hold L's, now we feel like nobody's stoppin' me
Highclass Street Music, Highclass Street Music
I been through a lot of shit and I don't want apologies
I done did a lot of shit and I don't give apologies
That bitch for the birds, it makes sense why she keep on hawkin' me
Written by: Vahin Sarav Middough
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