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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Performer
Luke Crowder
Luke Crowder
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Crowder
Luke Crowder
Songwriter
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Songwriter
John Groover
John Groover
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Producer
Luke Crowder
Luke Crowder
Producer
C Gutta
C Gutta
Producer
Lyrivelli
Lyrivelli
Recording Engineer
Christopher Anthems
Christopher Anthems
Mixing Engineer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Pocket full of dimes
I don't regret nothin', I don't regret dimes, I don't regret nothin'
[Verse 1]
Pocket full of dimes on a sunny day
Mama on her way from work, put that gun away
I was stressing as a child, I wanted to run away
Trying to turn a thou into a 100k
All my hitters wildin', they ain't come to play
The opposition lost they life, it's just another day
Make it out the hood, I know a hundred ways
Waiting on a package hope it come today
Balenciaga sneakers with the heated seats
Every game them **** lost, that's an even sweep
That life sentence got 'em thinking they won't see the streets
I can tell you how I did it, I just need a beat
[Verse 2]
When you play to fail, you can lose your life early
Shots fired, every **** through the night heard it
That 600 Benz with the white curtain
When you are used to the dark, you hope the light surface
Got a little red bone that like purses
When she come around, it's magic, I feel like Worthy
Check my profile, you see I'm quite sturdy
Put a check right on your chest like a Nike jersey
[Verse 3]
Pocket full of pills on a rainy night (Rainy night)
If you feeling depressed, I can make it right (I got you)
Percocet, Xanny, Oxycontin, all this weed I'm smokin' got a **** plottin'
I got out of jail, fast forward, no rewindin' (Fast forward, no rewindin')
Fresh out the cell, Avianne did the diamonds
Nothin' you can tell a **** that got it from grindin'
If he remind me of me, then I'ma probably sign him, I promise
[Chorus]
Did a lot of dirt, I got no regrets (Lot of dirt)
Fucked a lot of hoes, I got no regrets
Scammed a bunch of ****, I got no regrets
They don't show me nothing, but they show respect
No regrets, uh, no regrets, I got no regrets
No regrets, yeah, no regrets, I got no regrets
No regrets, uh, no regrets, I got no regrets
No regrets, no regrets, but they show respect
[Verse 4]
Respect me, like Pesci
And if rap was hockey, I'd be Gretzky on a jet ski
I'm the same **** I was when you met me
Only difference I'm ballin' now, I could win a ESPY
I played DiCaprio with them checks, gotta come catch me
Police fans naming my albums while they arrest me
Haters wanna stretch me, ladies wanna undress me
**** that ain't never directed trying to direct me
I move smoother this way, shoes off in the coup
The Feds tappin' the crib, it's best to talk on the roof
I walk in that bitch like Snoop minus the Dr. Dre
I might send this shit to Clue, I still got a lot to say
Even though I'm in the mix I still got up out the way
Every eighth I sold you ****, know I got it out a plate
In L.A., I got with Nip
If it's Toronto, I'm with Drake
Miami, probably with Zoe
Atlanta, I'll be with Lake
[Chorus]
Did a lot of dirt, I got no regrets
Fucked a lot of hoes, I got no regrets
Scammed a bunch of ****, I got no regrets
They don't show me nothing, but they show respect
No regrets, none, no regrets, I got no regrets
No regrets, not one, no regrets, I got no regrets
No regrets, uh, no regrets, I got no regrets
No regrets, no regrets, but they show respect
[Outro]
No regrets, but they show respect
No regrets, but they show respect
Written by: David Brewster, John Groover, Luke Crowder, Michael Ray Cox Jr.
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