Lyrics:
a mistake anyhow
It ain't nobody's fault but mine
Oh, got to but
One day I got to pay for my mistakes, y'all
It's gonna carry me straight to my grave
wanted him to die
I just smoke
I hated him so bad
And the wildest of dreams can come true
How long will I pay for my mistakes
I die
I'm going mad
I die
How
feel like it's my fault 'cause of the way that
I stuck him up in between him and Lex Luther
I killed Superman, I killed Super
Man, how ironic
That
They all small time chicks that I'm straining to see
Angry with me, don't get mad your man came up to me
It's ain't my fault he holler at everybody
prob'ly rip your pants off
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It prob'ly'll smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
They call me
Of the hustler trade
World reknown for my realness
Only the real will feel this
Stainless steel is
The straps that I'm copulating
Touch'em a lady (?)
Blow your
climbed but you grabbed too
DJ play the slow jams
sippin Don
never bro-ham
oh damn, smokin beeds
smokin beeds in my lex-land
pass the beeds to the next man
the one that I wanted
Was yours
Making my entrance again with my
Usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don't you love farce,
My fault I fear,
Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut
As I remember my ménage à trois was mired by sluts
I question mark your heart, punctuate your fate
All
want me dead, but yes I'm gonna survive
This is your fault, this is your fault
You brought me down, this is your fault
Down to the ground, this is your
said a lot of things when we broke up
My fault your fault it was both us
I was tryna stay together but you know what
I don’t want you too
That’s why I
here we go
Uh, let's take a trip to another land
Park a grip, come back and watch the hoes tan
Jump in the lex-o, and roll out to my cabin
Believe me, my
But my lawyers told me settle this (settle this)
Even though it's bullshit (it's bullshit)
Kelly, protect your career
All these people in my ear
I
all the greens from your plate
Garnished with need pay
I had ordered the sirloin
I left the table with cheese steak
My shawty budget bugging
A lottery
On the chessbox
Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by
Yeah
Shout out Lex
Jus
Ace
Brianna
Check
I told myself last time was the last time
That I would write about you
That I would write about us
I would
to another land
Park a grip, come back and watch the hoes tan
Jump in the lex-o, and roll out to my cabin
Believe me, my brother, more hoes than you can
material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's iller
Lex truck nothing in my click ain't hey
Everybody here was fucked when they heard 'bout the deal
Cash money hot boyz sound for thirty mill
Already
All I ever wanted was to hold your hand
Have you pick me up when my airplane lands
You promised me that I would always be your man
But a touchy
No stressing,
It ain't your fault, you get possessed by your thoughts,
But,
you feed the bad wolf, by the way you talk,
It's all about love, Whichever
the asphalt
You're no longer by my side
(S'like I) Drink the poison, wait for you to die
Die die die
Little baby don't you sweat
How can I make sure your needs
the asphalt
You're no longer by my side
(S'like I) Drink the poison, wait for you to die
Die die die
Little baby don't you sweat
How can I make sure your needs
Drek, sit down, we need to talk, I'm 'bout to break your heart
The burden stepped and placed upon you, babe that's all my fault (all my fault)
Cheatin',
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