Mac Dre Presents the Rompalation

If It Ain't Real (feat. Messy Marv, Da' Duna' Dogg, Seff Tha Gaffla, Naked, San Quinn & Juggy)

Twist of Fonk (feat. Dave C)

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San Quinn & Messy Marv - How I Came Up

Dear me
I'm sorry I turned out this way
I'm sorry I didn't amount to anything you would be proud of
We dreamt of moving mountains
Now I'm moving money through all my accounts
So I don't wake up to a negative balance
Oh dear me
I know your life a challenge
And everything you thought you knew is hanging off balance
I wish that I could talk to you and tell you about your parents
Your daddy was a mess
But your mom was always there

I know how it feel
You're looking for a father in a figure that couldn't even bother to pick up a finger
Why'd it have to happen to me?
I remember waiting for so long and thinking every call is from him
But now I hope it's from the police
You may not see it now
But there's a couple things to look forward to
Don't worry about them girls ignoring you
I promise that you're really important
You were born an artist
Ain't nothing is wrong with you
So I hope you get this letter I wrote for you
I hope you get it together and hold it through all of the bullshit everybody throws at you
Cause you were chosen to be great

Dear me
I'm sorry I turned out this way
I'm sorry I didn't amount to anything you would be proud of
We dreamt of moving mountains
Now I'm moving money through all my accounts
So I don't wake up to a negative balance
Oh dear me, the way you feel is valid
Just please don't let it ruin how you feel about yourself the way that I did
Maybe you can find a better way to cope about it
Maybe you can have a little more to show about it than me

Dear me
I'm sorry that your life is such a mess
In my defense, I've never done this shit before
I try to digress from the cycles that been stretching me thin
But in the end, I think that's just what I'm destined for

Fuck an Aventador
You can barely rent a door
Better get your priorities straight before them benders, boy
And by the time you an adult
The world is getting destroyed
Propaganda on TikTok, military deployed
So I'm writing this letter for you, I hope that you get it
I'm not trying to scare you, I just want you to be different
Don't take the paths that I did, and do the things I didn't
And no, the grass color ain't gonna change from who you live with
Don't put down the pens and accept the fact that you were gifted
I mean, Just look at all the shit that you have written
Please don't get harassed, let it out on all the stupid bitches
One day you gon' get a reference

Don't look at your past and get overwhelmed with only the regrets
I promise it's not worth the pain that you get in your chest
I never thought I'd make it to the day where I'd be saying
That I wrote a letter for my younger self
That letter said

Dear me
I'm sorry I turned out this way
I'm sorry I didn't amount to anything you would be proud of
We dreamt of moving mountains
Now I'm moving money through all my accounts
So I don't wake up to a negative balance
Oh dear me, I know your life a challenge
And everything you thought you knew is hanging off balance
I wish that I could talk to you and tell you about your parents
Your daddy was a mess
But your mom was always there

Dear Me, I’m Sorry. (prod. K English Unlocked)

(Intro)
Shitty prison pad. where my story began.
Shitty prison lines. but I’m rising as planned.
Flipped the script. built my lane. made my own claim.
Splitt Records forever. remember the name.

(Hook)
Splitt Records. we don’t follow — we splitt & spit.
Turn pain into power. make the struggle legit.
From the westside streets. where the dark don’t sit.
Rise from the ashes. every move is a hit.
Grinding through the nights. we don’t break. we don’t quit.
Splitt Records. we don’t follow — we splitt & spit.

(Verse 1)
Started with my pen and pad. in a shitty prison cell.
Still in the system. but I flipped the script well.
Started Splitt Records. now I’m paving my lane.
Building my empire. bricks stacked from the pain.

Turning struggles to a name. gold mines from my mind.
Some brothers still in the system. some locked behind.
Through the storms and the pain. I’m breaking the chain.
Every move that I make. I’m shaping my fate.

(Verse 2)
Every loss. every scar just fuels my song.
Hustle never stops. I keep grinding strong.
I flip the pain to power. turn the struggle to skill.
From a shitty prison pad. to climbing every hill.

Every move I make. I’m chasing my dream.
Stacking my empire. bricks built from the scheme.
Legacy rising. nothing’s gonna fall.
From the ashes I soar. standing proud and tall.

(Hook)
Splitt Records. we don’t follow — we splitt & spit.
Turn pain into power. make the struggle legit.
From the westside streets. where the dark don’t sit.
Rise from the ashes. every move is a hit.
Grinding through the nights. we don’t break. we don’t quit.
Splitt Records. we don’t follow — we splitt & spit.

(Verse 3)
Eyes on the skyline. never looking back.
Every step. every grind. I’m staying on track.
Turned chains into lessons. pain into might.
Every dark night I faced. just sharpened my sight.

Hustle in my veins. ambition in my chest.
Built my own lane. I’m never settling for less.
From the shitty prison pad. to a legacy made.
I spit my truth loud. watch the whole world fade.

(Bridge)
From the lows to the highs. I rise. I revise.
Every battle I’m rattling. keeping dreams alive.
No chains. no restrains. just flames framing my chest.
Author. recorder. disorder — I manifest.

(Hook)
Splitt Records. we don’t follow — we splitt & spit.
Turn pain into power. make the struggle legit.
From the westside streets. where the dark don’t sit.
Rise from the ashes. every move is a hit.
Grinding through the nights. we don’t break. we don’t quit.
Splitt Records. we don’t follow — we splitt & spit.

(Outro)
From the lows to the highs. I carved my path.
Turned the struggle to power. felt the aftermath.
Bricks stacked from the grind. legacy in my hand.
I rise from the ashes — king of my own land.

Empire From The Pad

a rap about the future now.... original lyrics by : A.N.S (Audio Nervous System)

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