Blame

I came in the game with the fame on the brainWhat a shame I was in and the changes are tamingAll the lames of the game kept staying on my laneBut this train on the brain it was drainedNo pain, no game, cocaine, dope gameWe was raised by the things we were slingingShot us straight in the veins and I ain't been the sameSo they staying that I was facing the rainmanReal cake is the same, you were wasting your chance by making it rainI was raining!To depend with the thing were you bang with your gangIf you bang with your gang better claim it!And in fact I stayed it was never ever cadedSo what I thought was caded relatedWe got the pitcher in our places soon as I lace itCreated pain and frame it!I can send the races with snakesFakeness the hatred straight to the MatrixDrop tune just so you can face itBasic, embrace it, raise it, bass it appraise it,Everybody wanna be boss when it's all goodWhen it goes to the left they complain itThe responsibilities for your own actionWhat did happen captainStop blaming![Hook:]Is this for your fault, my fault their fault, out faultStop blaming!I was gonna play fingers to go to bad guyHe did it, she did it, stop blaming!Sometimes she happens cause it happens when it happensGotta stop blaming!Every time you put your fingers back at somebody elseYou hold your finger point back at you!Stop blaming!I took my chance to my stance to enhance in eventsYou're the champ, I'm a take your beltSniff coke, shoot dope, take bats offSo you can swallow pills to disgrace your healthYou'll be spending on the strippersChecking on benches giving all your richesYou just waste your wealthThe song goes on, you're a poor old palWhen all goes wrong gotta blame yourselfI will be yarning some carrying still revolveWas pop take a grudge to his grave,These feelings he feel were hardI will be honored to bury your filthy coffinBuild in all this filthy nuisanceJust to ease your guilty consciousI never walk without a strap closer then a lagCloser to my lap put the blaze the weaponYou pointing on the rap woke us out of sensePull a lot of racks, damn momma raised a legend!We're tolling on the check tolling on a jetPut the tool behind your back ain't paper toward usWe go to total getting names just to hate a lameNever would have take the blame, but you take the credit![Hook:]Is this for your fault, my fault their fault, out faultStop blaming!I was gonna play fingers to go to bad guyHe did it, she did it, stop blaming!Sometimes she happens cause it happens when it happensGotta stop blaming!Every time you put your fingers back at somebody elseYou hold your finger point back at you!Stop blaming!