I Can’t lyrics

[Intro: Southside & Future]
Southside
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

[Verse 1]
Let me just say this out the gate:
I'm the n*gga everybody love to hate
I'm the hustler every stripper wanna date
But I just wanna cut a check 'cause I can't wait
Most of these rappers, groupies and I can't relate
Stay in line 'fore this chopper get you scraped
I got a problem, I'ma say it to your face
And f*ck your bottom, I'ma shoot you in your face

[Hook]
They want me to apologize, but I can't
You can talk about homicides, but I can't
You pillow-talking to these b*tches, but I can't
You n*ggas snitchin' on your partners, but I can't
You let a n*gga disrespect you, but I can't
You might can turn the other cheek, but I can't
You suckers rockin' fake jewelry, but I can't
I know they wait for me to fall, but I can't

[Verse 2]
Oh that's your girl? That's your world, I'm with her tonight
A rich n*gga smilin' at you, It's so pearly white
It's the burr (burr burr burr) rockin' fur tonight
I'm Michael Kors to the floor, call me sir tonight
Think what you wanna think, but you can't break a bank, fool
Can't let a n*gga go, she know I keep her bank roll
She wanna start a home with me, but I can't
She think that I'm her cup of tea, but I ain't
See, I'm the type to think his sh*t doesn't stink
The new ice scream “Master P,” without the tank
Fresh out the boat, but she's a freaky, not a saint
A stowaway, so I'ma make her walk the plank
[Hook]
They want me to apologize, but I can't
You can talk about homicides, but I can't
You pillow-talking to these b*tches, but I can't
You n*ggas snitchin' on your partners, but I can't
You let a n*gga disrespect you, but I can't
You might can turn the other cheek, but I can't
You suckers rockin' fake jewelry, but I can't
I know they wait for me to fall, but I can't

[Verse 3]
I'm on that rich n*gga sh*t, I drop some bread on that b*tch
All these stones, man you'd think we're more than Fred in this b*tch
I done shown this b*tch so much, that I got scared of this b*tch
She done seen so many mils I might go fed if she snitch
I need a mistress, the type to give me head 'til she sick
I told her, "please stop sucking on me," I was begging the b*tch
I was worth like half a million when I came in this sh*t
I'm a eight figure n*gga now, I'm trained for this sh*t
Back to all these rocks on me, I look like Hov and Dame in this b*tch
My life's a doc*mentary, I feel like Game in this sh*t
So many of my partners turned state I'm so ashamed of my clique
But I can't never be a snitch, I'm too well-trained for this sh*t

[Hook]
They want me to apologize, but I can't
You can talk about homicides, but I can't
You pillow-talking to these b*tches, but I can't
You n*ggas snitchin' on your partners, but I can't
You let a n*gga disrespect you, but I can't
You might can turn the other cheek, but I can't
You suckers rockin' fake jewelry, but I can't
I know they wait for me to fall, but I can't