Geen Spijt

It's not my fault
Oats made me do it, man
Turn the volume up, I hear myself but also the rain tapping on the window
You want to forget me but know what I mean to you, so don’t look for excuses

I’m not ignoring you, I’m just busy
I’ll respond later, I know you feel offended
I won’t let my feelings show, as long as I’m getting mine, I’m good and content
Grew up with thieves and dealers, with rats and shadows, with shooters who know

Maybe I seemed dumb in your eyes
But I had my path figured out all along
Hoodie on when I eat in the back, but I get recognized and feel like I’m being watched
I’m here for reckless living, but now you see I move with a purpose

Taking everything, I’m coming for it all
If they’re motherfuckers, I’m a motherfucker
Those expensive things wake up the rats, where the hustlers are, that’s where the men need to act
Grab the 15, do a quick show here, that’s pretty neat like a fucking prep

I don’t have time for you
Don’t bother me asking Jay, we’re coming to grab the baggage
I want to say sorry, but I really don’t regret it anymore
I want to cut you off, but I really don’t have time anymore

Demons take up all the space in my head
I don’t sleep anymore, I’m a ghost
I don’t watch anymore, I’m a thief
Life seems like a dream but it’s reality

I’m still numb but feel way too much pain
Demons in my head, I lose my way, I bite
All my boys will be free again
We’re on our way to give you love, but plans have changed

Controlled by the storm inside me
I have to prove myself
Nothing’s forever, man, so everything is temporary
My boys are in action, moving forward

My boys are motors under 18 kids
Reliving the fight with the demons
Paranoia, man, I think they’re coming
My conscience is bad

Intentions and numbers, sunshine in the house
A living darkness keeps our paths from crossing
Balls of steel, so we weigh your crossing
PTSD in the basic package

If you see what I see, you’ll think I’m crazy
I paint myself black, yet it’s a nice portrait
If they’re really with me, then I’m really with them
My boys know I’ll go right for them

Jagga and Covid test him
Running up all the stretch in them
I’m putting on the hustle and I’m going in
Bragging on the name, you’re that nigger

Nightmares become reality
This is cartel for life
This is cartel for life
This is cartel for life

This is cartel for life
I want to say sorry, but I really don’t regret it anymore
I want to forget your love, but I really don’t have time anymore
Demons take up all the space in my head

I don’t sleep anymore, I’m a ghost
I don’t watch anymore, I’m a thief
Life seems like a dream but it’s reality
I’m still numb but feel way too much pain