Sorry Not Sorry Lyrics – Joey Bada$$

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[Intro]
Let it rock
(Conductor)
(They fu*ked around, woke up the star see from Marcy)
(Not the projects but the—)
Yeah
What you want me to do? B!tch, I’m sorry, haha
I’m sorry not sorry
Look, ayo

[Verse 1]
They fu*ked around, woke up the starseed from Marcy
Not the projects but them Brooklyn streets where my heart be
51 Hart Street, 193 Vernon Avenue, n!ggas with attitudes
Man, I’m bigging up my city, that’s something I had to do
Do or die, home of the gully where we let lead fly (Boom)
2025 on my bully, I know that men lie, yeah
Women lie but Joey don’t (Uh)
Might Delete Later, I know damn sure that Joey won’t
Fu*k it, I want all the smoke, yeah, put my credit on the line
‘Cause n!ggas can’t fu*k with me, we talking ’bout it line for line
The audacity of this n!gga, he must be out his mind
Haunted by the ghost of Biggie and ‘Pac, I’m them combined
Spent many years minding mines, out of sight and out of mind
Now I’m front in line, all the signs saying this my time
Swear it’s so divine, properly align this little light of mine
Promise I’ma let it shine ’til it leave you n!ggas blind

[Bridge]
Yeah, respect that, ho
Yeah, check that though
Yeah (Light work)
Uh

[Chorus]
What you want me to do? B!tch, I’m sorry
I’m sorry not sorry, yeah

I said I’m sorry not sorry, b!tch
I’m sorry not, yeah
(Hahahaha)

[Bridge]
Yeah
Hold on, man, s*it (Conductor)
We got that foot on you n!ggas necks, n!gga, haha
Look
Uh

[Verse 2]
And the pockets runs deep never slow leak
N!gga, what’s beef? Huh
Beef is when a n!gga like you can’t sleep, uh
Wake up with no appetite and now you can’t eat, uh, now you can’t speak (Nah)
Cat got his tongue, he been missing all week, uh
Perfect time to separate the strong from the weak, uh
I won’t ever hesitate, won’t ever miss a beat, nah
Stay calm and meditate, but know I got a be on, uh
Don’t be alarmed, yeah, pistol in my palm
To pick apart you pu*sy n!ggas plotting all along (That’s right)
Yeah, like, “Not today, Satan” (Not today)
In fact, me and God been having great conversations (Right)
Admiring the constellations, yeah
Everyday is new thoughts and new observations
Know I gotta move forth, ain’t no time for wasting
Now I’m carrying the torch for my generation with no hesitation
Yeah, I’m ten toes deep, you get cold feet
N!gga gotta hold heat, that’s what the streets told me
Written manifesto of a young G
Having premonitions, many men tryna smoke me, yeah
I’m ten toes deep, you get cold feet (Yuh)
N!gga got the hold heat, that’s what the streets told me
Written manifesto of a young G
Having premonitions, many men tryna smoke me

[Outro]
Straight like that, yeah
Ayo (Yeah, s*it like that, n!gga)
(Uh), uh
Woo
Sweet gospel music
2025 music
I’m back
He’s back