Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig Love
Craig Love
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Craig Love
Craig Love
Producer
Troy Hightower
Troy Hightower
Mixing Engineer
Robert Hannon
Robert Hannon
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Wilson
Mike Wilson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Still ain't forgave myself
Damn, there's a lot of fucked up shit that go down, man
You don't even know the half
[Verse 2]
Man, I've been in and out of trouble since I the adolescence
Sport right, dead fresh with no daddy present
I got two uncles, Quentin, man, and they keep me straight
Seven to eight I'm counting money
While they moving weight
My daddy sent me clothes and always tell me come and see him
I say, alright, but still I'm feeling like my momma need 'em
They sending letters home from school, nobody read mine
And plus my uncle's doing ten years fed time
Then I started rebelling, began crack selling
The littlest thing on the corner with a Mac-11
After school I hear my mama holler, homework
I say, aight, mom, but look
I got my own work
Starting and acting with fiends the age of thirteen
Now my mama finding rocks in my in my stunts
Glocks in my toy box
Like damn, why trouble come to me like this?
But on the real, ain't even have to be like this
[Verse 3]
Fuck, mistakes made on this road to wealth
Still ain't forgave myself
Hey, what I am today, I made myself
But I still ain't forgave myself
For running to the grave
Getting closer to death
I still ain't forgave myself
But anyone who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself
[Verse 4]
At fourteen, mane, thought I knew everything
I'm slinging slabs, trapping hard, moving heavy 'caine
I bought a '85 Cutlass of some dang-a-dang
Now I'm the shit, huh?
The motor blew in thirty days
Hardheaded, man, I ain't listen to anything
I'm getting money so I'm right
And I got plenty game
Besides, why need school?
I'ma be rapping, mama
If that don't work, I guess I'ma be trapping, mama
But hey, I promise I'ma make it 'cause I'm damn good
I'ma get us out this hood and off these canned goods (I promise, mama)
School's just a white man game and it's ran good
At sixteen, here's my introduction to manhood
Blue lights behind me
Damn, what I'm gonna do?
'Cause got two pounds of weed in the car and a .380 too
I guess everything will be alright if I just keep it cool
How you doin' officer?
What you mean why I ain't in school?
Can you search the car?
Well yeah, but I'd rather that you didn't
Besides it's just a waste of your time because ain't nothing in it
I guess that's when I seen that I ain't know shit
When stuck in a place with freedom I ain't gon' get
Damn
[Verse 5]
Mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
And what I am today, I made myself
But I still ain't forgave myself
Guess these the chances you can take when dealt the cards I was dealt
But I still ain't forgave myself
For anybody who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself
[Verse 6]
Out all the **** I was with when I was doing wrong
Three in the Fed, one doing life and two dead and gone
Knew it was more to life than selling, blowing, copper busting
But what's the good knowing better if I ain't tell 'em nothing
I know I coulda told Cap not to kill shawty
Put down the gun, get in the car
Let 'em live, shawty (Let 'em go)
You probably get locked up and I prolly have a deal shawty
No I ain't scared, I'm just telling you like it is, shawty
Could've towed in Dan Quentin perm and your coat was blown
And leave that country town alone
Y'all need to come back home
Bankhead and J Rule
I just feel like if I was with 'em
They never woulda got killed at night if I was with 'em
Seemed like I coulda done more, said more
Why my partners gotta be dead or in the Feds for?
All the time I just wished that y'all could ball with me
Sometimes at night I close my eyes and dream that y'all with me
Damn
[Verse 7]
And even though they say I can't blame myself
I still ain't forgave myself
For all the mistakes  that we made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
What I am today, I made myself
But I still ain't forgave myself
For anybody who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself
[Verse 8]
Well yeah, they say I can't blame myself
But I still ain't forgave myself
For the mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Guess these the chances that you can take when dealt the cards I was dealt
But I still ain't forgave myself
For anybody who ever wondered how I felt
I still ain't forgave myself
Ain't forgave myself
[Verse 9]
For anybody who ever wondered how I felt
Anybody who ever wondered what's wrong with me
Here it is
316's are what's in the heart of T-I-P
This song is dedicated to everybody who ain't here with me
Cap, damn, fucked up, shawty
But when you get out, if I live to see it
It gon' be on again, you know what I'm saying?
And we ain't gotta worry 'bout going to jail
Shawty, we legit now
You know what I'm saying?
Kern, Quent, N-day, y'all gon' get out, man
And when I, and when you do, I be here, shawty
Always, Bankhead, J Rule
I'm sorry, man, some shit I can't change
But when I get up though
We gon' ball again
Open the gates, shawty, let me in
We gon' ball, J Rule, man
I know money ain't worth a friend, shawty
I fucked up bad, man
I still ain't forgave myself
My mama, sorry I ain't graduate, but hell, we rich now, it don't matter
My uncles, shit, it don't matter neither
Yeah, I'll bet
But hell, my little boy
You better not do the same shit I did, I'ma whoop your
Written by: C. Harris, Craig Love
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