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Yhung T.O.

Blame Em

 

Blame Em

(album: On My Momma - 2017)


Diamonds on wrist
Diamonds on my bitch, no cuffs on my wrist
All I ever dreamed was a nigga getting rich
House in the hills and a down ass bitch
Eight years old when I knew I was the man
Niggas twenty-one, never seen ten bands
Get a million fans, it was always in the plans
Get it on my own then put on for my mans
Me and Quez went broke, bounce back on the S
Last summer we was thugging, day and night in the Crest
SOB the fam, we put on for the S
And that Glock on my hip if a nigga wanna test

And when I'm gone baby just wait for me
Girl you should've been on this plane with me
I swear I be hating when you away from me
My life a lot of niggas wanna take from me
Why they hate on me?
'Cause I been ballin on these niggas faithfully
So I don't blame 'em, nah nah I don't blame 'em

I remember it was me and Wayne, me and Streets
It was RBE can't forget my nigga Sneak
I remember it was me and Wayne on PS3
I just wanna thank my nigga for letting me live my dream
I was stuck in these streets, it was me, my nigga Sheik
Tryna catch an op slippin, leave a nigga six feet
And I still miss Lamont, like my daddy rest in peace
Grandma always told me I could do it, now I see
All these niggas faking like they really sending shots
Yhung T.O. start poppin with the Glock
Niggas start biting, tryna act like they not
I was the only nigga singing 'bout shit, I was on the block

And when I'm gone baby just wait for me
Girl you should've been on this plane with me
I swear I be hating when you away from me
My life a lot of niggas wanna take from me
Why they hate on me?
'Cause I been ballin on these niggas faithfully
So I don't blame 'em, nah nah I don't blame 'em

Fuck the police, still tryna build a case
Nigga we a family but SOB the gang
Without all of my niggas, it'll never be the same
I'm in it for the money, I don't care about the fame
I just wanna thank my girl, always be my best friend
'Cause without her I'd be in jail or a dead man
Without all of my niggas, it'll never be the same
I'm in it for the money, I don't care about the fame

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