Still Ain't Forgave Myself

Still ain't forgave myself, damn
 It's a lot of fucked up shit that go down, man
 You don't even know the half
 Man I been in and outta trouble since a adolescent
 Spoiled rotten, dead fresh, wit no daddy present
 I got two uncles, Quint and Man, and they keep me straight
 7 or 8, I'm countin money while they movin weight
 My daddy send me clothes and always tell me come and see him
 I say, "Aight," but still I'm feelin like my momma need him
 They sendin letters home from school, nobody read mines
 And plus my uncles doin 10 years Fed time
 Then I started rebellin, began crack sellin
 Tha littlest thang on the corner wit a Mac 11
 After school I hear my mama holla, "Homework! "
 I say "Aight ma, but look, I got my own work"
 Started interactin wit fiends at the age of 13
 Now my mama findin rocks in my socks, Glocks in my toy box
 Like damn, why do trouble come to me like this
 But on the real, it ain't even have to be like this, fuck!
 Mistakes made on this road to wealth
 I still ain't forgave myself
 Ay, what I am today, I made myself
 But I still ain't forgave myself
 For runnin to the grave getting closer to death
 I still ain't forgave my self
 For anyone who ever wondered how I felt
 I still ain't forgave myself
 At 14 man, thought I knew everything
 I'm slangin slabs, trappin hard, movin heavy Cain
 I bought an '85 Cutlass on some Dana Danes
 Now I'm the shit, huh, the motor blew in 30 days
 Hardheaded man I ain't listen to anything
 I'm getting money so, I'm right and I got plenty game
 Besides, why I need school? I'mma be rappin mama
 If that don't work, well, I guess I'mma be trappin mama
 But hey I promise I'mma make it cause I'm damn good
 I'mma get us out this hood and off these canned goods
 School just a white man game, and it's ran good
 At 16, here's my introduction to manhood
 Blue lights behind me, damn, what I'm gonna do?
 Cause I got 2 pounds of weed in the car and a 380 too
 I'm guessin everything'll be aiight if I just keep it cool
 How ya doin officer, what ya mean why I ain't in school
 Can you search the car? Yea but, I rather that you didn't
 Besides it's just a waste of your time cause ain't nothin' in it
 (Laugh) I guess that's when I seen, that I ain't know shit
 When stuck in a place wit freedom I ain't gone get (Damn!)
 Mistakes made on this road to wealth
 I still ain't forgave myself
 Ay, what I am today, I made myself
 But I still ain't forgave myself
 Guess these the chances ya take, when dealt the cards I was dealt
 But I still ain't forgave myself
 For anyone who ever wondered how I felt
 I still ain't forgave myself
 Outta all the niggas I was wit when I was doin wrong
 3 in the fed, 1 doin life, and 2 dead and gone
 Knew there was more to life than sellin blow and chopper bustin
 But what's the good in knowin' better if I ain't tell 'em nutthin
 I knew I coulda told Cap not to kill shawty
 Put down the gun, get in the car let 'em live shawty
 You'll probably get locked up, and I'll probably have a deal shawty
 Naw, I ain't scared, I'm just telling ya like it is shawty
 Coulda told Endae, Quint, and Kern, man ya covers blow
 Leave that country town alone, yall need to come back home
 Bankhead and J-Rue, I just feel like if I was wit 'em
 They woulda never got killed that night if I was 'em
 Seem like I coulda done mo', said mo'
 Why all my partners gotta be dead or in the fed fo'?
 All the time, I just wish that yall could ball wit me
 Sometimes at night I close my eyes, and dream that yall wit me (damn)
 And even though they say I can't blame myself
 I still ain't forgave myself
 For all the mistakes 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
 And yea they say I can't blame myself
 But I still ain't forgave myself
 Fo the mistakes made on this road to wealth
 I still ain't forgave myself
 Guess this the chance that you 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)
 Yea, for anybody who ever wondered how I felt
 Anybody who ever wondered what's wrong wit me, here it is
 3 16's of what's in the heart of T. I. P
 This song is dedicated to everybody who ain't here wit me
 Cap, damn, you fucked up shawty, but when you get out
 If I live to see it, its gone be on again ya know what I'm sayin
 And we ain't gotta worry bout goin to jail shawty we legit now
 Ya know what I'm sayin, Cern, Quint, Endae, yall gone get out man
 And when you do I'll be there shawty, for sure
 Bankhead, J-rue, I'm sorry man, some shit I can't change
 When I get up there, we gone ball again shawty, open the gates let me in
 We gone ball. J-Rue man I know money ain't worth a friend shawty
 I fucked up bad man, I still ain't forgave myself
 My momma, sorry I ain't graduate but
 Hell we rich now it don't matter. My uncles shit
 It don't matter either, yall back
 Well hell, My Lil' boy (music stops)
 You betta not do the same shit I did
 Or Im'ma whoop yo muthafuckin ass