Nima Skeemz - Blame it on my Youth lyrics

[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)] Da da da da da da dadada Da da da dadada [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