Don Trip - Don't Point lyrics

(Chorus) Don't point yo fingers at me Cause I ain't to blame I'm just another n***a playin' life's game Don't point your fingers at me It ain't my fault I ain't make the rule I just took it how it came Don't point yo fingers at me Cause I ain't to blame I'm just another n***a playin' life's game Don't point your fingers at me It ain't my fault I ain't make the rule I just took it how it came Don't point yo fingers at me (Verse One) Ok I'm used to all the roaches Ain't no rats where I'm trappin' Every day eviction notice, time to start packin' To avoid that we rely on the package And on a good day that's a thousand dollar average Dammit this my third time runnin' out of baggies A n***a gotta eat, f** Rally's Sadly my neighbors don't complain about the traffic I have my street lookin' like a race car rally I got this old head I be serving every Saturday He be grabbin' whole ones, they don't need the plastic And he never shout so I don't have to tax him Last week he pulled up on me in his caddy Only want the usual, I call him old fashion So he get served and he don't need a napkin You so quick to judge me, to you I'm the bad one But you'll see him in church Sunday mornin' He's your pastor (Chorus) Don't point yo fingers at me Cause I ain't to blame I'm just another n***a playin' life's game Don't point your fingers at me It ain't my fault I ain't make the rule I just took it how it came Don't point yo fingers at me Cause I ain't to blame I'm just another n***a playin' life's game Don't point yo fingers at me It ain't my fault I ain't make the rule I just took it how it came Don't point yo fingers at me (Verse Two) She spend her nights on the pole And she drink liquor, pop pills, and smoke dro Throw a couple ones, she put on a show But you tippin' even more just to see how far she go Name the right price, you can walk her out the door And we both know what happens once you get that b**h alone Shawty so bad, bad to the bone So thick she prolly got too much a** for her thong Sexy a** red bone, prolly remind you of Lisa Ray fine a** When she was playin' Diamond Now you hit the shake every night just to find her You prolly got a home with a wife and a child But you rather take shawty out Wine her and dine her And rent a motel room, take her there and pound her Yeah you prolly never met a b**h finner Wait til you find out that she's a minor (Chorus) Don't point yo fingers at me Cause I ain't to blame I'm just another n***a playin' life's game Don't point yo fingers at me It ain't my fault I ain't make the rule I just took it how it came Don't point yo fingers at me Cause I ain't to blame I'm just another n***a playin' life's game Don't point yo fingers at me It ain't my fault I ain't make the rule I just took it how it came Don't point yo fingers at me (Verse Three) Better get it corrected Couldn't judge me if you made jury selection Livin' everyday not expectin' the next one I can die right now before the end of this record Or I could go out from a bullet connectin' Or a dirty b**h can k** me if she get me infected My preacher gettin' rich off pa**in' collection And my judge gettin' rich of state corrections He lookin' at me like I ruined yo kids Like I stopped the beat and told them to go sell bricks Like I subbed for the teacher at the school they attend And told them "f** readin' books, go and get you some grip" So when yo child go wrong, you wanna blame my songs But I don't raise yo kids, I only raise my own So you can point yo fingers at me all day long But at the end of the day, my night still goes on NOTCH! (Chorus) Don't point yo fingers at me Cause I ain't to blame I'm just another n***a playin' life's game Don't point yo fingers at me It ain't my fault I ain't make the rule I just took it how it came Don't point yo fingers at me Cause I ain't to blame I'm just another n***a playin' life's game Don't point yo fingers at me It ain't my fault I ain't make the rule I just took it how it came Don't point yo fingers at me