Blame My Mother

[Intro]
Ooh it’s T-Rhythm
T-Rhythm, T-Rhythm, T-Rhythm

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Outro]
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