yourself to blame. To blame for my pain. No way out. Times have changed and my feelings changed, accept that nothing will be the same. No way out. From this place, no way out
Verse 1] Baby boy what you done to me I saw you smiling suddenly I can't get you out my mind I got it bad boy I can't lie I want your time and your full
I ain't even feeling y'all I ain't even hearing y'all Fingernails on a blackboard They say the pen is way mightier than the sword So I'm a spaz out to
cute face'll make your wife smile And I check in two bags and one's just a suitcase full of Lifestyles And we both rent out playa Difference is you a
whores in Texas, Oral sexes I head to Cali, Take more blows to the head than Ali And the Philly momies suck the kid outta Willie Bonnie And the way females
Mac Miller] First I take a breath Then let it out Hear em clap a little while then I take my bow I'm on my job but maybe out my mind Got some liquor and
I bet I can put u niggas on some new shit talk about yo momama and u still won't do shit so here it come 4 yo punk out da donk full of funk I'm ready
feel like byrum Fuck out my way I stay poppin if he hatin ain't YG take my G so I... Touch for... guns ring out like a harmony One for two three for four
tha coke go hard on tha back of tha bus, like Rosa Parks (Chyea!) And duck ki's like Mozart Tha way fo's spark, ya betta be on tha look out like tha coast
don't appreciate' friends I'm solo when I roll I live in doubt by myself That way nobody can blame me for the death of somebody else Cause the way these
weaving Beating and getting money, supporting my own habit So bitch stay out my bidness, or I'ma let you have it [Hook] [Ben:] I'm out here slanging
heavy weight It's the Young Don, and I'm still a fucking G I be riding up the slab, blowing on that tree Blowing on that 'ghan, blowing on that kush It
to shine, and get up in the game and roll dog Now I'm full grown like H-Town be the AIDS, Z-Ro done got full blown Then I stood up in the ring, and a
all in my trunk Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk I blow on skunk, I blow on doja Military minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier Out the streets
where young G's slang birds Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb Nothing less, Down South we puff on the best When I blow I just say no,