"No Regrets (Live Performance)" lyrics
A lotta bad decisions couldn't tell you no regrets
Ma thought I was tripping 'til I brought us home a check
Picking up the phone when my pops would call collect
Type of shit that show you freedom worth way more than respect
I was getting it on my own
Ain't too much that I expect
But you gon' pay me
You don't stand on your word
That's a bet
I been making sure I stand on the word that I set
A lot of niggas made me promises they knew they couldn't have kept
Mamma told me, "Keep it modest."
I be known I'm the one
Had to be since when you told me how you lost your first son
Glad to see the day I'm earning
She don't got to pay for none
Rap beef really petty
Niggas barely seen the slums
Rap sheet weighing heavy on my niggas
That shit dumb
12 knowing it's a reason why a nigga carry guns
They be looking for a reason just to do a nigga bad
But they ain't have to dodge bullets 'til they went put on that badge
They don't understand
Niggas getting killed just for being a man
For a chain, some to slang, or a couple bands
For the gang, for the name, or they lost some fam
I had to reach out to my hood and be their helping hand
Niggas feeling fucked-up, tired of starting over plans
Couple niggas lucked up and never looked back again
If I ain't get this come up, you still would see me stand ten
I'm more than grateful for my blessings
Not all of 'em wins
Sometimes it's hard to find my way back
I still relate to mine but not how we did way back
I'm going up
Got people stuck
I'm tryna change that
My dawg hurt behind them bars
On the phone fake happy
I'm tryna make it far
My people tryna make it happen
My cousin hurt me
Hard injections got his brain trapped
This guilty pleasure make me hate rap
'Cause it don't feel good riding by the homeless in this Maybach
And it don't feel good seeing niggas hopeless in the same trap
I spent a mil
Could paid everybody bills with them same stacks
I pop a seal of mud shouldn't but that's where I put my pain at
I do a lot and pray one day it be enough
Shit, I'm just stating facts
Ma thought I was tripping 'til I brought us home a check
Picking up the phone when my pops would call collect
Type of shit that show you freedom worth way more than respect
I was getting it on my own
Ain't too much that I expect
But you gon' pay me
You don't stand on your word
That's a bet
I been making sure I stand on the word that I set
A lot of niggas made me promises they knew they couldn't have kept
Mamma told me, "Keep it modest."
I be known I'm the one
Had to be since when you told me how you lost your first son
Glad to see the day I'm earning
She don't got to pay for none
Rap beef really petty
Niggas barely seen the slums
Rap sheet weighing heavy on my niggas
That shit dumb
12 knowing it's a reason why a nigga carry guns
They be looking for a reason just to do a nigga bad
But they ain't have to dodge bullets 'til they went put on that badge
They don't understand
Niggas getting killed just for being a man
For a chain, some to slang, or a couple bands
For the gang, for the name, or they lost some fam
I had to reach out to my hood and be their helping hand
Niggas feeling fucked-up, tired of starting over plans
Couple niggas lucked up and never looked back again
If I ain't get this come up, you still would see me stand ten
I'm more than grateful for my blessings
Not all of 'em wins
Sometimes it's hard to find my way back
I still relate to mine but not how we did way back
I'm going up
Got people stuck
I'm tryna change that
My dawg hurt behind them bars
On the phone fake happy
I'm tryna make it far
My people tryna make it happen
My cousin hurt me
Hard injections got his brain trapped
This guilty pleasure make me hate rap
'Cause it don't feel good riding by the homeless in this Maybach
And it don't feel good seeing niggas hopeless in the same trap
I spent a mil
Could paid everybody bills with them same stacks
I pop a seal of mud shouldn't but that's where I put my pain at
I do a lot and pray one day it be enough
Shit, I'm just stating facts
Writer(s): Edward Johnson, Melvin Hall
