Left To Blame

[Intro] (Damn, 3, you tweakin' with this one) (Ditty, we ’bout to be rich, baby) Uh-uh, yeah-yeah, uh, yeah, uh-uh Yeah, uh-uh, yeah, uh-uh, oh-oh-oh [Chorus] My mind lost from all them early lies My killers took a loss again, it hurt, we cried Tim-Tim was next up in them trenches, so it hurt he died Might shoot my Glock until it's finished, 'til I’m thirty-five Uh, yeah, some things never change Cut off all that dead weight, now we a better gang We kept bustin' pipes, just when that pressure came When I'm down and out, wonder who left to blame [Verse 1] How I'm 'posed to play my part when I don't know what's comin' All that shit was on your heart, but you ain’t tell me nothin’ He ain't never let it spark, I can tell he frontin’ With my demons in the dark, tellin' hell we comin' Come bump with us, bunch of young killers, really dumb niggas Mouth shot, nina tongue kiss ya, tell 'em, "Come get ya" Party after party, now I love liquor Don’t tell me 'bout him, I'm sorry, ain't no thug realer [Chorus] My mind lost from all them early lies My killers took a loss again, it hurt, we cried Tim-Tim was next up in them trenches, so it hurt he died Might shoot my Glock until it's finished, 'til I'm thirty-five Uh, yeah, some things never change (Damn, 3, you tweakin' with this one) Cut off all that dead weight, now we a better gang We kept bustin' pipes, just when that pressure came (Ditty, we 'bout to be rich, baby) When I'm down and out, wonder who left to blame [Verse 2] Been years since my last hit, like where the fuck your ass been? So much time been passin', I cannot be a has-been It was die or get rich, but that was in the past-tense Make 'em eat clip quick, I don't care if he fastin' Bitch, that money callin' us, I'm on the phone, actually I hit the booth advance, so honest what them songs gotta be Rather leave it in the streets, ain't got no known rapper beef Let's get it on, pack your heat, my shorties Chrome clap for weeks If it's up, we blitz, it's just a simple understandin' We'll bounce out in Rick and leave a nigga on the canvas Nina love to top a nigga off, this bitch so manish Wanna be with his brother, switch let it off, your wish is granted [Chorus] My mind lost from all them early lies My killers took a loss again, it hurt, we cried Tim-Tim was next up in them trenches, so it hurt he died Might shoot my Glock until it's finished, 'til I'm thirty-five Uh, yeah, some things never change Cut off all that dead weight, now we a better gang We kept bustin' pipes, just when that pressure came When I'm down and out, wonder who left to blame [Outro] (Damn, 3, you tweakin' with this one) (Ditty, we 'bout to be rich, baby)