I'm Sorry

[Verse 1: Jimmy Kelso] Lately, I've been dreaming of my favorite Benz A model and a couple of her lady friends They're addicted to weed, clothes, and Chardonnay Life lessons are better learned the hard way Hard drop top-down out in broad day Lord, I'm sorry, forgive me, but shit I need cake Malcolm said get means by any way, so I know my dreams coming like any day Stepping out clean when I pose for them pictures Shittin' on them lames, make them hoes do the dishes All this money chasing I got time for no bitches But its Kobe Bryant diamonds when I'm dealing with my mistress So imagine what my miss get, chavasi chandeliers hangin' in the kitchen She call it success, y'all calling it trickin' Motherfucker I'm blessed my mom calling me gifted Tell me how real is that Producers send me tracks its murder when I send it back Wack rappers and lame niggas that send me raps I'm just scoping from the top like handle that And now the views much clearer Fake rappers turn to lies when you first hear em Them other weak niggas is barely hittin' my mirror It's 2012, my nigga the truth is finally here [Chorus: Lute] He said it's all about the money, the cars, the clothes Boy, that's all these niggas know Put a Chevy on fours but I'm tryna save your soul for the hoes Cause she all about the money, the cars, the clothes Bruh, that's all these bitches knows Catch a nigga on fours but I'm tryna save your soul from these hoes He said it's all about the money, the cars, the clothes Boy, that's all these niggas know Put a Chevy on fours but I'm tryna save your soul from these hoes Cause she all about the money, the cars, the clothes Bruh, that's all these bitches knows Catch a nigga on fours but I'm tryna save your soul from these hoes [Verse 2: Lute] He said my nigga peep the funk 'til we're out here on our grind So we rap about these nines to show niggas we no chumps Pray to God, never gave us a sign and popped the trunk But if he chills best believe I would dump Ain't your average hoodlum but nigga catch me in the slums though Niggas tryna chief so you know we on that tonto Got it from the Eses, smoke a whole compo Rags in the crack smoke box the whole condo Welcome to the dojo, spit about a boatload so I can sit on four fours My niggas that's classic, me and my niggas we make classics Box Chevy all black looking like a casket Westside what it is, nigga what's happening? Westside running shit, nigga who we lapping? My nigga, who we lapping? Westside running shit, nigga what's happening [Chorus: Lute] He said it's all about the money, the cars, the clothes Boy, that's all these niggas know Put a Chevy on fours but I'm tryna save your soul for the hoes Cause she all about the money, the cars, the clothes Bruh, that's all these bitches knows Catch a nigga on fours but I'm tryna save your soul from these hoes He said it's all about the money, the cars, the clothes Boy, that's all these niggas know Put a Chevy on fours but I'm tryna save your soul from these hoes Cause she all about the money, the cars, the clothes Bruh, that's all these bitches knows Catch a nigga on fours but I'm tryna save your soul from these hoes