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No Apology Video (MV)




Performed By: Hitman E
Language: English
Length: 1:31
Written by: Ethan Nelson




Hitman E - No Apology Lyrics




Apologize, I won't apologize
I won't feed you no lies, no cap is in my rhymes
I'm not one of these guys that's stuck in modern times
I'm just stuck in the grind the wave about to rise
Now, ice all on my wrist no tick look at the glitz
We up you niggas sick, I won't mention ya bitch
Parties in calabasas pour up another glass
We toast it up with the masses
Ready lights, camera, action
Silly boy you aint no city boy
So get yo ass up from around me chatting up all that noise
We banging you play with toys
Yall shook while we keep the poise
Just sit back and watch the ploy sideline all these lil boys
And in the next scene running shit like kings
Moving like f*ck screens money been the routine
Now these niggas copping pleas
Slide on them watch them flee
End up on a lil spree just to keep my family peace

We make these plays and decisions to keep us living good on this road from rags to riches
Rely on not a soul to keep me up in this position just a nigga with a hustle and a money making vision
Instead of sitting wishing
I'm getting to the chicken
Get it how I live no water whippin in the kitchen
Been up on the grind just never knew what I was missing
Now this ice all on my body look at how these diamonds glisten
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English

Apologize, I won't apologize
I won't feed you no lies, no cap is in my rhymes
I'm not one of these guys that's stuck in modern times
I'm just stuck in the grind the wave about to rise
Now, ice all on my wrist no tick look at the glitz
We up you niggas sick, I won't mention ya bitch
Parties in calabasas pour up another glass
We toast it up with the masses
Ready lights, camera, action
Silly boy you aint no city boy
So get yo ass up from around me chatting up all that noise
We banging you play with toys
Yall shook while we keep the poise
Just sit back and watch the ploy sideline all these lil boys
And in the next scene running shit like kings
Moving like f*ck screens money been the routine
Now these niggas copping pleas
Slide on them watch them flee
End up on a lil spree just to keep my family peace

We make these plays and decisions to keep us living good on this road from rags to riches
Rely on not a soul to keep me up in this position just a nigga with a hustle and a money making vision
Instead of sitting wishing
I'm getting to the chicken
Get it how I live no water whippin in the kitchen
Been up on the grind just never knew what I was missing
Now this ice all on my body look at how these diamonds glisten
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Writer: Ethan Nelson
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