The Art of Regret

[Verse 1: Starlito] An old soul rockin' a throwback jersey I sent her roses on Thursday We back beefin' before they burgundy Words are weapons Sometimes even when you say nothin', it's still mass destruction She wasn't with me for my status, or my cash, or nothing Gone, our separate ways; I think about her some days Most of all, I think I'm thankful that I'm out of her way Maybe meditate, I doubt that I pray Might count it, but don't save It gets so tense, I often feel my sense of humor fade No suspense, but I guess that's the true expense of what you've obtained The pretense of fame, means you pretend you're not insane They sendin' all these shots without sendin' a name When I send shots, I send you in and out your lane Spinnin' out.. I'm pullin' up on anythang, mention Jermaine Respect my come up, I defied gravity Rhyme by myself, I arrive rapidly Smokin' by myself, nah, I ain't passin' it Do anything to provide for my family What I'mma front for? My life on the line on the grind every time I walk out my front door Could have ninety-nine mill, I'm still gon' want more Like, what's one more? In the streets nobody plan to go to jail A lot of soldiers get knocked on the humble Rap like I'm on the run, I did what I done Ain't the least bit ashamed, not proud neither Cause if I got caught, all the shit I saw Probably be locked up and get out neither Just been runnin' red lights, in my red car, with the red seats Shipped it out to AZ Grind hard, I fed me Yeah, that's my legacy Learn from your mistakes, exterminate the fakes Don't let nothin' deter ya; that's determination The side of the town I come from, you rarely, if ever, make it Nobody I know patient And when it's slow, they start takin' My homies incarcerated, they say I'm they motivation Hustlers and boosters embrace me for the music I be makin' Gang units falsely accuse me of some type of affiliation But I fell in love with guns It's the only way I knew to deal with the hatred