Blame My Mother - Boosie Badazz, C-Murder

Ooh it’s T-Rhythm

T-Rhythm, T-Rhythm, T-Rhythm

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

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 shit don’t stink

You bullshit, bullshit, 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 death 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

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

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 nigga fronting your D

That’s only crumbs you eat, tell me

See money make a nigga go and murder his friends

I heard was a snitch and a bitch 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 nigga in

See my soul’s so cold, my babies get old

I run this motherfucking 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

The whole world tryna blame me for tryna get committed outchea.

That’d be crazy.

You got me fucked up.

State vs Corey Miller?

Man fuck that.

Point a finger at

yourself.

Protect the niggas 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 niggas the fuck alone nigga