I know I've made mistakes, but I'm not alone

I know I've made mistakes, I'm not the only one

Caught in these mixes, didn't know this existed

A running rebel, my daddy a Detroit Piston

Caught in between being a gangster and a Christian

Stash at his missus, but it didn't stop the snitching

Incarcerated, a target raised in a cave

He [?] black, he ain't forming to make mistakes

Who snoring on me, I'm waking niggas with rage

I'm realizing my anger issues gone land me behind the cage

Slow down brother, let's utilize it

I see you tryna do it big, well I'm tryna supersize it

Leaving niggas in silence, pull up on you while you advertising

If it ain't my s**t I'm finna sabotage it, yeah

Sorry don't mean s**t to a n***a

No more, she only go for a pick for a picture

Ignore, only call when the b***h get bored

And I ain't tryna make that trip no more

We all make mistakes

Since I was born been caught between right and wrong

Devil got a grip on me like a python, live life under Christ's arm

Life on, make mistakes, fight strong, recite this song

Shine a light to the blind eye till I die and my life's gone

Need to learn to let go so the pain won't last

Human beings make mistakes, don't dwell on the past

Don't be so quick to gossip and pop s**t when you accomplished

Just a novice, now you a felony murder accomplice

Stuck in prison, drug addictions, bragging to every sucker that listens

Markets and liquor store robberies and other missions

I made many relationship mistakes that didn't go well

Lying to my queen with groupie bitches in my hotel

Fucking my girl's best friend, hoping that ho won't tell

Sabotage my own career, making sure I don't sell

Rough life, lost fights, won fights, drunk nights, bum fights

White House tryna take your gun rights, mistakes

Nigga don't lie to me, I don't care what you're trying to be

If you f*ck with the dynasty, you get decapitated, tasting in a recliner seat

Pick the time and week, capiche?

Food for thought, you finna have a feast

Now I'm on my doowop s**t

With a [?], don't act like I won't flex on a b***h

Back and forth with the absence, happy to be average

Mama made mistakes to make it happen

Sanctity desecrate, mind state second rate

Blood money generate, regulate, spreading hate

Hip hop, I'm the head of state

Hop a dig up in the record crate

Never pay no DJ to make no record break

I'm an animal that tries to be a conman

No matter how bad my past mistakes was, they was part of God's plan

And me and my cousin Donna wasn't speaking over petty s**t

Then she passed away unexpected, yeah that was a heavy hit

Mistakes