It Ain't My Fault

Yeah
Silly-*ss, f**kin' run up, smackin' up
Yeah (Hit-Boy)
It ain't my fault I got that glow and I can't get it off me
It ain't my fault these n*gg*s ain't solid and they movin' faulty
It ain't my fault I'm rockin' Ricky, keep that blicky on me
It ain't my fault when I pop out, nothin' less than fifty on me

It ain't my fault that they got shifty on me
Tony Hawk, I'm used to n*gg*s gettin' tricky on me
Party pack, told her, "Take that," went Diddy on her
Trackhawk, I hit the pedal, three-sixty on 'em
Ain't my fault my back got the whole city on it
Ain't my fault my back got the whole city on it

Keep the thriller close, I'm protectin' my energy
My advice to you, don't become my enemy
Groupies grab me at my shows, so I know that they feelin' me
I just left 'em in her throat, girl, you know ain't no kissin' me, yeah
In the trenches rockin' Sean Bape, your shawty wild (For real)
I was quick to slam her like DeAndre

It ain't my fault you got your shit snatched
It ain't my fault you had no money, go get your sh*t back
It ain't my fault I drew the blueprint, now I'm livin' that
Naomi Osaka's arena, we servin' and playin' with big racks
Got the baddest face down, *ss up
Since I got my tax up, the most you ever made in your life
I done made, forgot about, and had it stashed up
Simple n*gg*s simpin' over b*tches I done passed up

Real n*gg*s goin' out of style, feel like the last one
I got my bag up, ain't sit around when I ain't have much
I f**k on your ho, hop out the bed and turn my swag on
Ain't no more humble sh*t, I'm poppin' shit, I'm poppin' tags on 'em, n*gg*
It ain't my fault I got that glow and I can't get it off me
It ain't my fault these n*gg*s ain't solid and they movin' faulty
It ain't my fault I'm rockin' Ricky, keep that blicky on me
It ain't my fault when I pop out, nothin' less than fifty on me
H-H-Hit-Boy on the beat, so b*tch, so you gotta go berserk

Got expensive taste, still a hood n*gg*
Pints in the cabinet, lights, camera, action
I'ma keep a cup full when them cameras flashin'
Give my n*gg*s hope, I feel like a pastor
Wanna live like me? You might have to chance it
No, I don't need no tip, boy, my diamonds dancin'
Brodie told me 'bout you, b*tch, yeah, actin' classy
Yeah, I heard about you, know you heard about us
All my lil' n*gg*s shoot, feel like Curry father (Pew)
If I want it, then I get it, Timmy Turner problems

Cameras on me like I'm walkin' out the trial
I'm up thirty f**kin' million, she gon' want the child
Tax bracket out of reach, I ain't reachin' out
[02:17.99]NBA-type NDAs, ain't sh*t leakin' out
Rememberin' all the love you b*tch-*ss n*gg*s never showed
And a heart on one below
And you n*gg*s came up out the mud and didn't even grow
Tunnel vision, carpal tunnel, n*gg*s politickin'
What the f**k you runnin' for?
Whip came with a ticket, valet keys
She gon' cheat for LA breeze
I'm with Babyface, I feel like L.A. Reid

I'm with Sean Don, no Dom Perignon, b*tch, it's lean
Push to start, foreign hit it, that b*tch fart, what's a key?
They keep tellin' me to keep this shit a hundred, I'm a G
From the dirty glove, gotta keep it on you in the streets
What more can I say?
Promise you I'm lyin' if I say I ain't in the A
Keep them squares out your circle, so we flick 'em through the day
Trust me, old friends hatin' on a n*gg*, b*tches love me
Hands all dirty in the field like it's rugby
Gang ties, mafioso like I'm Lucky Luciano
Pints comin' in from Philly, so I rock Milano
Americano, M's stack on top of M's, shit look like McDonald's
I don't need a Kim K, I need Griselda Blanco
All my n*gg*s on they John Wick and leave you John Doe