I ain’t sorry for the way I live, nah, Chain swing heavy, yeah the game been raw. Whole city on tilt when I pull in slow, Middle finger up high — let the whole world know. Verse 1: Backseat ridin’ with the smoke rolled tight, Shorty in the front, and her vibe so right. I don’t chase nothin’ but the paper and the highs, If you ain’t talkin’ wins, don’t look in my eyes. Poppin’ out fresh, clean like the rain, Talk real slick but I move with the flame. They be whisperin’ low, I ain’t hearin’ they names, I be out where it’s loud, where we bleed through the pain. Pre-Hook: From the gutter to the glow-up, I paid all dues, Now it’s champagne spills on the brand new shoes. No rules, just moves — I don’t fold, I bruise, This life ain’t luck, it’s the path I choose. Hook: I ain’t sorry for the way I live, nah, Chain swing heavy, yeah the game been raw. Whole city on tilt when I pull in slow, Middle finger up high — let the whole world know. Verse 2: I don't fake flex, I just speak facts, Talk behind my back, I turn pressure to plaques. She wanna slide ‘cause the vibe too cold, Said my heart like the Bay — full of stories untold. Stay lit like a match in a gas tank, Flow dirty like the cash in the trap bank. Talk sweet, but I’m sharp like a shank, Either love me or leave — I ain’t walkin’ no plank. Bridge (soft drop then kick in): Ridin’ solo with the ghost in the whip, Past too heavy but I won’t let it slip. Future on fire, I’m already lit, Ain’t no script — I was born for this shit. Final Hook (amped): I ain’t sorry for the way I live, nah, Chain swing heavy, yeah the game been raw. Whole city on tilt when I pull in slow, Middle finger up high — let the whole world know.
