paroles de chanson Don't Blame Him - Scorey

(Let that shit ride, Eighty8)

(Oh yeah, Berki this the one right here!)

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Uh, tragedies, I seen it happen, I was tryna eat from rappin'
Who would've thought, no they could've imagined
Now they think about me in the past tense
If my brother need it, I'ma have it
Too much blood to be put on a napkin
Let him come wit' that smoke, I'ma match him
Choppa split a nigga like a fraction

Running these streets wit' a passion, deep in that action
Glock 23 is my fashion
Stuck in that beef, it was cracking, spring into action
My niggas seen him and wacked him
If he a thug, we subtract him, we gotta patch him
Oh, I can't wait 'til we catch him
I gave my heart to the game, I'm not the same
Sorry I can't do no attachments

Tryna balance my love life and the streets (hove life)
But I sunk right in the deep
Still need them blessings from all of my angels
But I hung right with the demons (I hung right wit'-)
Dropped out of school, tryna chase me a bag
Now I'm saving my cash and was thuggin' for weeks
'Member my living arrangements was bad
I would make me a pallet out covers and sheets (covers and sheets)

Walked to the store just to get me some noodles
Go get me a pack with a dollar for each
Nobody gave a fuck in the past
Now I see 'em get mad 'cause I'm harder to reach
Fuck it, I lay my head in the hills
We could go way back, when we was kids
All of these bitches running 'round every block
'Cept ours 'fore we was lit

But it's okay, guess it is what it is
Matter o' fact, I guess it is what I made it
Nobody fucked wit' me 'fore I was famous (I was famous)
I don't fuck wit' 'em now, and I'm changin' (I'm changing)
Rockstar life, I don't know what today is
I just know I'ma go and get faded
I know lil' niggas that stay with a ruler
And can't even tell me what none of their grades is (I know)

It's a lotta niggas jumping in it
But don't even know how much deeper this pain get
If you reading this, sorry, it's too late (sorry)
When you sign up, it ain't no complaining, no
But this shit overrated oh
This shit get you hated, bro
But shit, if you grew up like me and my niggas
It's sad to say this though (uh, uh)

I don't blame him
I don't blame him
He was a good kid like me
Cold streets changed him

I don't blame him (I don't blame him)
I don't blame him (I don't blame him)
He done lost dead niggas like me, that shit pained him
I don't blame him

I can't blame him (I can't blame him)
I don't blame him (I don't blame him)
I don't blame him (I don't blame him)
I don't blame him
I won't blame him (I won't blame him)
I don't blame him
Can't blame him (can't blame him)

I don't blame him (I don't blame him)
I can't blame him (I can't blame him)
I don't blame him (I don't blame him)
I don't blame him (I don't blame him)
I don't blame him (I don't blame him)
I won't blame him (I won't blame him)
I don't blame him (I don't blame him)
Can't blame him (can't blame him)
Uh, that's that shit right there