SORRY

Well, my first time, let's see

Woke up with the sun today

It's another sunny day

I went past my mama crib

90210, L.A.​​

Bought that shit six months ago

I'm set for life, yeah, some would say

But every day I wake up scared that it could be taken from me

I'm not giving nothing back

I got used to getting paid

But no one ever told me what I'd have to sacrifice for fame

I'm just trying not to go insane

But I got all this weight on me and I just wanna run away

I don't wanna hear from y'all

I'm losing my temper now

Get the fuck up off my phone

I don't wanna hear from y'all

Went to Mexico for like six days

Came back and now I still feel the same way

Fucked up

In pain

Like why the fuck I spent a hundred fifty on this plane?

Like why the fuck I spent two-hundred-sixty on these chains?

Like how am I so paranoid? I bulletproofed my Range

Shit don't make no sense

I mean the pressure's immense

I'm nineteen, tryna navigate money and stress

Weird industry friends and my family life is intense

And my girl is always upset 'cause I'm always fucking working

Shit, I expect some respect

Can't even go on the 'net without someone going for my neck

I forget that I'm blessed

I pray to God, I hope it's a test

'Cause I've been giving so much, I don't know what I got left

Hold on, baby, check the score

Why the hell you talking for?

How many weeks on Billboard?

Top ten, like forty-four

Um, that's just one song

And plus my albums

There's a couple more

Walked in Louis, bought the store

Model bitch, she love couture

All that sneak dissing on the internet, you must be bored

Want my reaction, but my time's some shit you can't afford

I paid like way too much for these diamonds, these bitches ain't floored

I wake up and thank the Lord

Brand new drink, I sip and pour it up

I do not really give a fuck

Maybach truck, I pulled it off

And I'm sorry

And I do not really give a fuck

When I get high, I just get stuck

And I ain't sorry

I am, I am, I am

I am, I am, I am

Sorry, sorry