Sorry Lyrics - Trouble Man: Heavy Is The Head - 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 nigga 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Get it, flip it, we got to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete 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 nigga, 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 nigga telling me 'bout how I'm dividing the pies 

Like a blind nigga telling me it's an eye for an eye 

Bullheaded and stubborn I be that way until I die 

But find a nigga with more hustle then me I dare you to try 

And according to the hand on my Audemar 

It's my time to shine so fuck ya'll 

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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 

I grew up in the gutter, life a motherfucker 

I get that why I don't trust a motherfucker 

Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother 

Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her 

I seen real G's destroyed by real suckers 

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 

Fuck it, justify your action by stacking your dough up 

You show up with a brick of cocaine and baking soda 

Just enough for me to blow up, nigga hold up 

Switch the flow up, cause these niggas 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 

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 nigga speeding in a Porsche 

Feeling like I'm going off a course 

Cut these fuck niggas off 

Negative in my life, scream that till I'm hoarse 

Duck these get the fuck off me projectiles, bitch 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 nigga that's your ass 

Slow it down, this that shit 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 shit that'll make you call your rap partner 

And say I'm sorry I'm awkward, my fault for fuckin' up the tours 

I hated all the attention so I ran from it 

Fuck 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 shit that'll make you call your baby mama 

When you gone on half a pill, don't know why but that's how it is 

Then you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kids 

And you say all the shit you gon' do better, we can try this shit 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 

Baby boy face full of applesauce 

Maybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault 

Too much pressure, I peel off, I'm sorry 

Was young and had to choose between you 

And what the rest of the world might offer me, shit 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 shit he was just doing the best that he could 

Which end up being the worst that he could 

And all some pussy nigga on the internet can say is that verse ain't good 

It's boring, boring? 

Really? 

Well 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" 

Love these distractions but my mind don't wanna rest 

But my body disagree so I laid up on her breasts, yes 

"Ooooh, you so fucking fine" 

I woke up the next morning with new purpose on my mind 

Ooooh, who pulls your ponytail 

Who knows your body well huh? 

What should I be sorry for? 

Who should I be sorry to?