[Verse 1: Cole]
If I ever need excuse, you can blame it on my troops
I be breaking rules, you can blame it on my youth
Born in '92 and sh** to tell the truth
You tell me what to do, and I'll probably justify it
Like, f** you mean?
f** the means, yo the ends justify it
Girlfriend, you the fliest
That life is like a b**h, well b**h
We chilling in an alley, kicking down in Cabo
Eating chips and avacados
Yeah, we got problems, but that's why we got tomorrow
Other rappers banging, me I got bangs
Liking all the homie Nacho, repping for the gang
But I swear BFA the only click I'll ever clang
Made hot sh**, mix tapes in basements
He's black and I'm not, guess this tape mixed
Hire a couple chicks, to kick it and take pics
To show my grandkids that I really wasn't sh**
Yo I swear that we the sh**, we the sh**
[Hook: Cole]
Rolling with the troops, we be breaking all the rules
You can blame it on my youth, you can blame it on my youth
Born it 92, and sh** to tell the truth
Don't tell me what to do, you can blame it on my youth
Blame it on my
[Bridge: Isaiah (repeats 3x)]
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[Verse 2: Isaiah]
Mister count money I'm a new guy
Mister never try hard, cause I'm too fly
I'm mister break rules, mister me too
Mister I'mma blame it on my youth
I ain't waiting no more like I used to (psych)
Procrastination king and some true blues (I tried)
But then ya'll think I'm fly, man I just can't choose
Well that, you can blame it on my shoes
Like its got to be the shoes, its got to be the shoes
My J's super tight, so now we're super cool
It's super cool you think my bands hot
Live rock with a ring pop
Ain't scared of what will happen
Talk is cheap, girl I'm rappin'
Like, sh** this the best day of my life
I'mma do this sh** once, so I'mma do this sh** right
All night yo, yo BFA got the juice
Drinking moscow mules, just blame it on my youth
[Hook: Cole]
[Bridge: Isaiah (repeats 2x)]
[Verse 3: Cole]
Might just retire, get a home in Key West
Or keep doing shows 'til I'm as old as Keith Sweat
No sweat, on that, baby girl when I'm shooting
Told her I'd be home mad soon, but for now baby I'm mooping
Siad that I'd be out in like an hour
Two hours later, and haven't even showered
Oh you coming at me getting mad?
All that attitude, girl I got a good excuse
You can blame it on my youth
Blame it on my troops, you can blame it on my crew