Sorry - T.I. feat André 3000

[Verse 1: T.I.]
My cup runneth over with Pinot Grigio, hold up
You bogus in the lambo if you ain't lifting the door up
You bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin' the ho up
You bogus running out on your kids my n_gga grow up
For God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake
For large stakes let the hammer bang broad day
Ay, nevermind what the blogs say
This what my mind and my heart say
My philosophy profit off of my properties
Get it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke sh_t is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
Officially silent, all you wish you could get I got it
Unlimited titanium n_gga, what's in yo wallet?
Out of gladiator college, I made it summa cum laude
While you clowns couldn't have got a cap and gown if you bought it
I parlay with Saudis, buying crude oil and diamonds
Hustle January, July, fly to Dubai
A broke n_gga telling me 'bout how I'm dividing the pies
Like a blind n_gga telling me it's an eye for an eye
Bullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die
But find a n_gga with more hustle than me I dare you to try
And according to the hand on my Audemar
It's my time to shine so f_ck y'all

What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
The fact is you can't please everybody
You can't please everybody
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to

[Verse 2: T.I.]
I grew up in the gutter, life a motherf_cker
I get that why I don't trust a motherf_cker
Seen a n_gga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
Go to prison in love with a b_tch and a n_gga f_ck her
I seen real G's destroyed by real s_ckers
Innocent ladies raped and defenseless babies abducted
Such a horrible truth, but you see it over and over
It's nothing, you numb to it and your heart grow colder
Pacify your pain with a chain and a Rover
F_ck it, justify your action by stacking your dough up
You show up with a brick of c_caine and baking soda
Just enough for me to blow up, n_gga hold up
Switch the flow up, cause these n_ggas be snitchin' so much
I promise all they missing's the badge, coffee, and donut
Go to jail so what, never see my integrity perish
That ain't the Harris' way, study my pedigree
Promise I'm one of the only ones who keep it 100
Probably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me
Large money and fame will plant seeds of envy
To make my partners resent me enough to come and get me
Catch me slippin' and hit me, just like they did 50
Cause I'm in the position that he think he should be given
Listen, dawg, the fact of the matter is
I'm on a narrow path and we all can't travel

What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
The fact is you can't please everybody
You can't please everybody
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to

[Verse 3: Andre 3000]
What it ain't, what it is?
Even if you gotta live
I learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big ass house on a hill
I used to be a way better writer and a rapper
When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia
Now a n_gga speeding in a Porsche
Feeling like I'm going off a course
Cut these f_ck n_ggas off
N_gga Tip in my life, scream that till I'm hoarse
Duck these get the f_ck off me projectiles,
B_tch you ain't really got a choice
I'm living my life live yours
I don't even like rapping fast, but that's how the word come to me
Talk to me sideways n_gga that's your ass
Slow it down, this that sh_t that'll make you call your momma
Say hey I'm sorry for begging for all them clothes you couldn't afford
And this the type of sh_t that'll make you call your rap partner
And say I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for f_ckin' up the tours
I hated all the attention so I ran from it
F_ck it if we did, but I hope we ain't lose no fans from it
I'm a grown-ass kid, you know ain't never cared about no damn money
Why do we try so hard to be stars, just to dodge comments
And this that sh_t that'll make you call your baby mama
When you gone on half a pill, don't know why but that I did
Then you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kids
And you say all the sh_t you gon' do better, we can try this sh_t again
'Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost
That's that dope, I mean, I mean dopamine you think Cupid done worn off
Waiting in the hallway with her arms crossed
Her baby boy face full of applesauce
Maybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault
Too much pressure, I fell off, I'm sorry
Was young and had to choose between you
And what the rest of the world might offer me, sh_t what would you do
Well I'd probably do it differently if second the chance
Only if some cool ass older man would've let me know in advance
This, this quarry, that is dug so deep in a father's chest
When he feel that he's broken up his nest
And he figured sh_t he was just doing the best that he could
Which end up being the worst that he could
And all some p_ssy n_gga on the internet can say is that verse ain't good
It's boring - boring?

When I'm disgusted with this world and I can hardly breathe and
Told so many lies, don't know what to believe
I discussed it with this girl, and this is what she said
She said lay down baby, baby, rest your weary head up
I love these distractions but my mind don't wanna rest
But my body disagree so I laid up on her breasts, yes
Ooh, you are so f_cking fine
I woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind

Ooh, who pulls your ponytail
Who knows your body well

What should I be sorry for?
Who should I be sorry to?

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