"Part To Blame" lyrics
It's only me and brodie hustling when money gets low
To this day, I say some prayers 'fore I put on my clothes
Intuition wasn't wrong 'bout them stories you told me
In the past, you fucked the wrong couple niggas, I know
It's like you only get to choose your peace or happiness
You tried to say you weren't an opp but I weren't having it
Bitches taking turns, I had 'em lining at the Radisson
It's kinda strange how life is harder when you're talented
Yeah, these bitches line you over breadcrumbs
And you ain't read between the lines, you shoulda read more
We still out here doing shit they give my brother ten for
You ain't moving like my bitch so tell me what the fuck I stress for
Heinous how I'm living, probably why I read the test wrong
I redirected all the anger you weren't meant for
And I've been missing, and I know that you worry
I'll probably die before I tell you I'm sorry
And it don't feel the same, I know I'm part to blame
My brodie died inside a car so I don't want a Range
Trenches, ain't no going back too much, there ain't so much to gain
I promised I won't cry inside my sleeve but now I'm here again
Real niggas ain't lasting, I ain't got the answers for you
Pray my Lord forgive me, we were sliding, should be fasting
How you gonna tell your daddy that your lover is an artist?
Ain't a street nigga you'll find better than me, I'm being honest
I keep on failing, gotta try different
Life's just full of broken hearts and one side of wishing
And you the reason for your pain so how can I amend it?
And how the fuck you call him bro? That nigga tryna get it
Boujee bitches going crazy for designer linen
And I might buy the shoes you like if you can ride for minutes
That fireman who bought the fire with him
Probably woulda hurt me more if I weren't lying to you
A couple days after you hit my phone, let's try again
I see you're following some dudes and now I'm tired again
And if I called you out for that, you'd probably cry again
Yeah, so it's better if I mind my business
Pull up with a hair tie, my type of bitches
Mummy said, "They want you for your name", I ain't tripping
And I've been missing, and I know that you worry
I'll probably die before I tell you I'm sorry
And it don't feel the same, I know I'm part to blame
My brodie died inside a car so I don't want a Range
Trenches, ain't no going back too much, there ain't so much to gain
I promised I won't cry inside my sleeve but now I'm here again
Real niggas ain't lasting, I ain't got the answers for you
Pray my Lord forgive me, we were sliding, should be fasting
How you gonna tell your daddy that your lover is an artist?
Ain't a street nigga you'll find better than me, I'm being honest
To this day, I say some prayers 'fore I put on my clothes
Intuition wasn't wrong 'bout them stories you told me
In the past, you fucked the wrong couple niggas, I know
It's like you only get to choose your peace or happiness
You tried to say you weren't an opp but I weren't having it
Bitches taking turns, I had 'em lining at the Radisson
It's kinda strange how life is harder when you're talented
Yeah, these bitches line you over breadcrumbs
And you ain't read between the lines, you shoulda read more
We still out here doing shit they give my brother ten for
You ain't moving like my bitch so tell me what the fuck I stress for
Heinous how I'm living, probably why I read the test wrong
I redirected all the anger you weren't meant for
And I've been missing, and I know that you worry
I'll probably die before I tell you I'm sorry
And it don't feel the same, I know I'm part to blame
My brodie died inside a car so I don't want a Range
Trenches, ain't no going back too much, there ain't so much to gain
I promised I won't cry inside my sleeve but now I'm here again
Real niggas ain't lasting, I ain't got the answers for you
Pray my Lord forgive me, we were sliding, should be fasting
How you gonna tell your daddy that your lover is an artist?
Ain't a street nigga you'll find better than me, I'm being honest
I keep on failing, gotta try different
Life's just full of broken hearts and one side of wishing
And you the reason for your pain so how can I amend it?
And how the fuck you call him bro? That nigga tryna get it
Boujee bitches going crazy for designer linen
And I might buy the shoes you like if you can ride for minutes
That fireman who bought the fire with him
Probably woulda hurt me more if I weren't lying to you
A couple days after you hit my phone, let's try again
I see you're following some dudes and now I'm tired again
And if I called you out for that, you'd probably cry again
Yeah, so it's better if I mind my business
Pull up with a hair tie, my type of bitches
Mummy said, "They want you for your name", I ain't tripping
And I've been missing, and I know that you worry
I'll probably die before I tell you I'm sorry
And it don't feel the same, I know I'm part to blame
My brodie died inside a car so I don't want a Range
Trenches, ain't no going back too much, there ain't so much to gain
I promised I won't cry inside my sleeve but now I'm here again
Real niggas ain't lasting, I ain't got the answers for you
Pray my Lord forgive me, we were sliding, should be fasting
How you gonna tell your daddy that your lover is an artist?
Ain't a street nigga you'll find better than me, I'm being honest
