Boosie Badazz & C-Murder - Blame My Mother lyrics

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Boosie Badazz & C-Murder - Blame My Mother lyrics

[Intro] Ooh it's T-Rhythm T-Rhythm, T-Rhythm, T-Rhythm [Chorus] Blame it on my mother, my father, my lawyer, my PO Don't blame me, you heard Go blame one another, another I want to blame my sister, my brother, for leaving When I need them most And it hurts so much (you know) Don't hurt another Check it out [Verse 1] Tick tock when the clock strikes one, I'm done Another heartless black man, a fatherless son Just understand I had no understanding for being fake But I fully understand all the choices we make These voices, they keep on telling me that sh** don't stink You bullsh** , bullsh**, and you get flushed in the tank My memories of a broken home, dad in the streets Mama third son she hate, unfortunately that was me Supposedly, supposedly because she didn't abort me Twenty short naught going yeah you couldn't afford me (what?) That's the messy game of life, they say you only live once But me, I beat d**h twice, nice Mama, you shoulda used a coat hanger Push it in and pull it out then and rip my throat with no anger Now take a picture of that, a lucky unborn black Who ain't die by the gack [Chorus] Blame it on my mother, my father, my lawyer, my PO Don't blame me, you heard Go blame one another, another I want to blame my sister, my brother, for leaving When I need them most And it hurts so much (you know) Don't hurt another Check it out [Verse 2] What you got, ain't nothing to me You say you holding the block Look like stunting to me I see you few little rocks and got up your energy But n***a fronting your D That's only crumbs you eat, tell me See money make a n***a go and murder his friends I heard [?] was a snitch and a b**h in the pen Yeah I'm rich but my trigger finger itching again I got that Calio-o blood, got me wishing that's it Hail Mary, save me, forgive me I'm bleeding There's blood on my hands Feels like I'm dying, this evening If the devil ask me out I ain't let the n***a in See my soul's so cold, my babies get old I run this motherf**ing pen, I never break, I never fold Don't point a finger at me cause I'm trigger happy Plus my head nappy dawg, I'm a die scrappy [Outro] The whole world tryna blame me for tryna get committed outchea. That'd be crazy. You got me f**ed up. State vs Corey Miller? Man f** that. Point a finger at yourself. Protect the n***as that living, you heard me? I come up hard from the cradle to the grave. Just like that just like everybody else. Ain't nobody [?] Leave n***as the f** alone n***a