Eduardo Molina - It's All Your Fault lyrics

[Chorus] I'm so tired Of all the problems you've been causing me We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down, I've fallen I'm crawling, it's all your fault [Verse 1] More money, more problems it is Now I'm back to writing my lyrical novel again I'm holding on grenades and I'm trying to not pull a pin I done contemplated on downing a bottle of gin 'Cause maybe that'll calm my nerves and get my a** on track I'm on the f**ing edge, I snapped and I just can't go back I have no cla**, I'm cut from how my last hoe act She tried to ruin me, she damn near made my cash flow crash I f**ing hate this b**h, her name could sit on a grave Only reason she ain't dead is 'cause my kid on the way The b**h is pregnant and she stripping, dodging minimum wage She done kick me down, locked me up and spit on my face I bought a ring for this b**h just to set it in stone My headache has grown, damn I should've left it alone Now heaven is gone, so is my love and it won't return Welcome to hell b**h, I hope you burn because [Chorus] I'm so tired Of all the problems you've been causing me We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down, I've fallen I'm crawling, it's all your fault [Verse 2] Listen little n***a, we ain't in the same shoes You ain't built a name or even paid dues Dammit, I'm ashamed of what it came to And if you had have ever reached my level of fame guaranteed Dame would have played you He's in the wrong, don't give me hate for it You know him better than me, y'all always had a broken relationship Now you looking at me like I'm Satan's spawn But five years ago you had made the same diss song Why don't you put it out? Show the world you hate your brother too Don't be afraid to show the truth, sh** you ain't got much to lose Anyone can hold a gun up but who's brave enough to shoot? You know damn well he's addicted to raking up the loot If you seen the sh** I seen, you would've taken sides with me But you f**ing disappeared and you ain't even ride with me And now you wanna return when the label hit the bottom n***a f** you and your phoney mental problems [Chorus] I'm so tired Of all the problems you've been causing me We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down, I've fallen I'm crawling, it's all your fault [Verse 3] Too many motherf**ers judge my life And make me out to be a monster like I love my strife Too many motherf**ers pick at what the f** I write They hate to see me shine, they wish they could cut my light I use my music as my public diary, it's what inspires me It's why your f**ing son admires me, come and fire me Settle with the hell that I was put in, nuh-uh You motherf**ers keep forgetting I'm too good at my job Y'all shoulda knew this, some think I'm too retarded and stupid Overnight I just went and started a movement The power at my fingertips is greater than Funk Volume and Ruthless Ha Ha, you still losing, you n***as thought you could do it Go crawl in some sewage, you n***as ain't no entrepreneurs You f**ed with Edward Da Ruler and now I'm hollerin' screw ya Hallelujah, all the deadweight is finally cut off n***as the throne is mine so stay the f** off [Chorus] I'm so tired Of all the problems you've been causing me We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down, I've fallen I'm crawling, it's all your fault