Left To Blame

(Damn, 3, you tweakin' with this one)

(Ditty, we 'bout to be rich, baby)

Uh-uh, yeah-yeah, uh, yeah, uh-uh

Yeah, uh-uh, yeah, uh-uh, oh-oh-oh

My mind lost from all them early lies

My killers took a loss again, it hurt, we cried

Tim-Tim was next up in them trenches, so it hurt he died

Might shoot my Glock until it's finished, 'til I'm 35

Uh, yeah, some things never change

Cut off all that dead weight, now we a better gang

We kept bustin' pipes, just when that pressure came

When I'm down and out, wonder who left to blame

How I'm 'posed to play my part when I don't know what's comin'

All that shit was on your heart, but you ain't tell me nothin'

He ain't never let it spark, I can tell he frontin'

With my demons in the dark, tellin' hell we comin'

Come bump with us, bunch of young killers, really dumb niggas

Mouth shot, nina tongue kiss ya, tell 'em, "Come get ya"

Party after party, now I love liquor

Don't tell me 'bout him, I'm sorry, ain't no thug realer

My mind lost from all them early lies

My killers took a loss again, it hurt, we cried

Tim-Tim was next up in them trenches, so it hurt he died

Might shoot my Glock until it's finished, 'til I'm 35

Uh, yeah, some things never change (damn, 3, you tweakin' with this one)

Cut off all that dead weight, now we a better gang

We kept bustin' pipes, just when that pressure came (Ditty, we 'bout to be rich, baby)

When I'm down and out, wonder who left to blame

Been years since my last hit, like where the fuck your ass been?

So much time been passin', I cannot be a has-been

It was die or get rich, but that was in the past-tense

Make 'em eat clip quick, I don't care if he fastin'

Bitch, the money callin' us, I'm on the phone, actually

I hit the booth advance, so honest what them songs gotta be

Rather leave it in the streets, ain't got no known rapper beef

Let's get it on, pack your heat, my shorties Chrome clap for weeks

If it's up, we blitz, it's just a simple understandin'

We'll bounce out in Rick and leave a nigga on the canvas

Nina love to top a nigga off, this bitch so manish

Wanna be with his brother, switch let it off, your wish is granted

My mind lost from all them early lies

My killers took a loss again, it hurt, we cried

Tim-Tim was next up in them trenches, so it hurt he died

Might shoot my Glock until it's finished, 'til I'm 35

Uh, yeah, some things never change

Cut off all that dead weight, now we a better gang

We kept bustin' pipes, just when that pressure came

When I'm down and out, wonder who left to blame

(Damn, 3, you tweakin' with this one)

(Ditty, we 'bout to be rich, baby)