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We don't apologize...
And that's just the way it is
But we can harmonize...
Even if we sound like shit
Don't try to criticize...
You bitches better plead the fifth
We've been idolized...
Role models for all the kids

You heard us before but that was just a little sample
We're back for more here to set worse example
Chop it up white stuff.. let's begin!
Big wolves linin' up
And scorin' little pigs
Still drunk and we're doing it again...
With a huff and a puff I am blowing birds on your shit
Learn it out pitch black grin
Still white skin
You know I am hard to kill
but real I am movin'in
I'm putting 22 down while I'm puking up blood
You know I'm here to stay
well fuck I am gonna die young
YO my posse's getting big and my posse's getting bigger
It's 188 minus one you know the figure

We don't apologize...
And that's just the way it is
But we can harmonize...
Even if we sound like shit
Don't try to criticize...
You bitches better plead the fifth
We've been idolized...
Role models for all the kids

It's easy to be drunk when it's hard to be sober
I am steal your leased rover and pull police over
I'm a mean smoker who reaks of weed order
Certified street soldier
devil on your teens shoulder
Don't invide Scene over he pee's at sleep over
He asked your sister out so that he could cheat on her
What a creep loner, shit I couldn't sink lower
You just got a mean boner from Charlie Scene poster
If I'm poppin'a wheelie it means I'm jackin' your bike
Got my middle finger raised as I'm running red lights
I'm known to punch 'em in the dick at the end of a fight
And I never say I'm sorry at the end of the night

We don't apologize...
And that's just the way it is
But we can harmonize...
Even if we sound like shit
Don't try to criticize...
You bitches better plead the fifth
We've been idolized...
Role models for all the kids

So many dollars stuffed in my wallet
Chain so bling yeah you know that I'm a baller
We can take the blame
Сause your parents don't wanna
They roll their blunts with your marijuana
How can I run when the pigs got a chopper
I got a gun but they got a lotta
Shooting at the sky with a mother fucking sawed off
God bless a cathlic forgive me father...
Now what's a man to do when another holds a Bible
A lot of kids suein me holdin'me liable
Reflection of a kid and they call him suicidal
Dead beat such a sinner
but we call him a child
How can you blame him a play ground they're dealing
The Mother still buyin'and the father still preaching
And now it's up to me 'cos no one's gonna teach him
Now nobody, nobody needs 'em

We don't apologize...
And that's just the way it is
But we can harmonize...
Even if we sound like shit
Don't try to criticize...
You bitches better plead the fifth
We've been idolized...
Role models for all the kids


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