That's My Fault Freestyle
Damn it's a shame
He changed on the gang for some fame, damn it's a shame
These niggas lame two faced, better stay in your lane before I go bang
And shots hit his brain, yeah, and shots hit his brain
Shots hit his body like three, then he collapsed
I just pulled up on these niggas too fast, damn nigga they got lapped
These niggas broke, why would you laugh
Ice on my wrist, get exposed cause it's froze
Wait till it rain, it could get cold
Nigga run up on me, I'ma blow
223, equipped with a scope
I knocked, but nobody home
So me, I broke through the door
Run up on me, I'ma let that bih go
Fa-fa shots in the-, shots in the wind
Do not pretend, I'm in it to win
I just fucked on a hoe, I fucked on a hoe
Then I fucked her kin
Then I fucked her kin
Then I fucked her cousin
Then I fucked her sister and passed her
Like that shit was nothing
Like damn, damn nigga, damn nigga
You know I'm the man
You wanted the man
Then your sister took the plan
Can't laugh at you now, cause that's my fault
Should've put you on the path
But damn I wasn't taught
I guess it's time to get blazing, I'm just glad that a nigga had patience
No we can't be complacent, EMG got the laser
Step too close he might tase you
Niggas clowns they don't phase me, like these niggas in the matrix
Hey, you know that it's over, can't tip toe around it you know we expose 'em
These niggas BS in they lyrics I know it, I had to outgrow them
Solving my problems with all of the money and drugs
I spent ten racks on a buzz, but my niggas knowin whassup
Mobbin' six deep in the truck, Tony be keepin' it tucked
And I got a shot, P.J. Tuck, I got a shot like a buck, bitch I rise above
That's why the numbers got fat on the checks
That's why the numbers went up, check the stats
That's why the prices went up for a pack
Cozy and EMG back on attack
Dangerous thoughts that come off of this pad
We takin' off, ain't no doubt about that
If I lose my spark, then my boy got the match
I don't need no arguing about none of the facts
If you tryna sign me, the check gon' be fat
Yeah, yeah
I'm cookin' up, I need it now
I get the bowl, then I expose these niggas
They frown like wow, yeah, wow
You niggas hoes, run up on me, yeah
You ran out of hope, you ran out of love
Eyes in the scope, I'm ready to score
I'm trained to go, since a young nigga
I was trained to go
Since I was a young nigga, I kickin in doors
I was trained to go
Since I was a young nigga, I was emptyin poles
I was trained to blow
Double A-G in this bitch
I'm ready to die, behind any nigga, tryna slide
If you survive, then, I yield like five, these niggas ho
They ain't know it, you won't survive, man