Текст песни Blame (feat. King Los) - ER Black

If I've done my job correctly, you know doubt my motivation
They would love to tell the statement that I die and be with satan
I was practicing my patience in a whip they wasn't racing
Talking shit behind my back like I wasn't going to hear it later, woah
Came up from the jungle and really did the unthinkable
Torn living, now I'm both the sickness and the antidote
Born sinner, you don't get forgiveness as the villain
And if you don't got my pigment, then you probably wouldn't get it
It made life a lot harder, she only really loves me for the Prada I bought her
I wasn't getting money and now I'm a block baller
They said we would be nothing, that's the way that I was brought up
Heartbroken, fist balled up
I done built myself up
I made a few mistakes though
Still I helped you in the process and you aren't thankful
Friends directors, it's all angles when they shoot and kill
Jesus lived a perfect life and people killed my man still

Shoot aim on it, aim on it
Ain't nobody perfect, but they blaming a nigga, yeah
Never felt the pain of a nigga
Not too much to say though when I'm in the bank on them, bank on them
Shoot aim on it, aim on it
Ain't nobody perfect, but they blaming a nigga, yeah
Never felt the pain of a nigga
Not too much to say though when I'm in the bank on them, bank on them

Yeah, yeah, blame it on me, flame is on me, aim is on me
Ooh, they call me King, who is you, you little nameless phony
Hanging on these nuts
24-inch low pros go perfect on my truck, what
Okay, I guess the shame is on me
Your girlfriend only fuck with me cause this fame is, fame is on me
See my watch be blinding, blinding
And these fucking chains on me
Ain't no way to say I'm sorry
I guess you could blame it on me
She going to ride me like a scooter, bounce it, trampoline it on me
She be fighting while she fuck, Brad and Angelina on me
I'm the man, huh
Trapping that money like I'm outside wrapping it up in rubber bands, huh
Umbrella in the Phantom, umbrella when there's drinks on the sand, huh
They thought it was a game must ain't know the name king shit I ain't playing, huh

Still, they won't feel me, walking on needles with golden Achilles
I was with Los in the ghosts, I was busy
Walk in the building I need me a milli
Walk in and building and

Nobody bill me
I still did a nigga filthy
Lay you in this motherfucker with a real G
That, blame me, I'm guilty

Shoot aim on it, aim on it
Ain't nobody perfect, but they blaming a nigga, yeah
Never felt the pain of a nigga
Not too much to say though when I'm in the bank on them, bank on them
Shoot aim on it, aim on it
Ain't nobody perfect, but they blaming a nigga, yeah
Never felt the pain of a nigga
Not too much to say though when I'm in the bank on them, bank on them