The Art Of Regret - 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