Sorry Not Sorry - Like

Yeah, listen

I was blunted last week in Berlin

I had this friend who had this whole gram of hash that we burned like gas

'82 G body, digital on the dash

Catch me with a Backwood, I be rolling up grass

Main chick a grade A, she in a whole 'nother class

Twenty grand in the duffle, I’m in my whole other bag

I’m after fo' hundred grand, I’m 'bout to go to Japan

I’m 'bout to blow it at Sam’s and I’ma post to the 'gram

Nah, I’m playing, I’m just rambling, niggas like, «What you be samplin'?'»

So they can go and snitch to upper management, panicking

A pan-handling, Pan-African

Banned from traveling after wearing a dashiki to the Vatican

Niggas be snapping like Def Poetry vocally

Telling the Devil to let go of me

Respected globally, slept on locally

But the real ones know who stole from me

How you doing, it’s nice to meet you

But I must go now 'cause I don’t need you in my life, no

I let my phone ring 'til the call drop

I’m too busy for your small talk, I don’t want to

Sorry, not sorry

I had shit to do so I skipped your party

I’m watching a documentary on Garvey

You hang out with people that eat at Arby’s

I mean, where are we?

Might as well bring back Ed Hardy

I’m at the park and rec’s yelling, «Niggas can’t guard me!»

I want my Kodak moment

Give me a track and I’ma go black on it

I spit a whole rap on it

Might put the whole pack on it

I mean I’m laid back, really

But I could flow laps on ya

Don’t make me collapse on ya

Like a tsunami wave

These sonic waves will braise through

Whatever point you was tryna raise

It’s not a game, you kinda lame my man

I’m just saying, what you explaining fo'

Not here to entertain it though

I just came to go

How you doing, it’s nice to meet you

But I must go now 'cause I don’t need you in my life, no

I let my phone ring 'til the call drop

I’m too busy for your small talk, I don’t want to

Sorry, not sorry

I had shit to do so I skipped your party