I Don't Blame You

Intro : What do you want? You want wealth. Shit that shit sound good, but I hope you talking about another type of wealth. I ain't concerned for money, I'm concerned for dignity. Whatever it takes to get what you want, I ain't trying to think about what other Mutha
Fuckas do they ain't me, and I ain't them. But I don't blame you, I understand

Verse 1: Once upon a time we was young kids only three years old, living in the face of the earth all dark, and cold. Quick to see the limelight and go gold. I never understood that many grandma's wait for little young grandson to realize that they gone be too old when no one see some got to enter another world and into the fold. I wanna go out but it's too dangerous to see who's on my side, I never checked all my friends, because the Muthafuckas already had swallowed their pride, and I ain't nuthin nice. I don't slang or do any dice, because that shit would kill my vibe, and that shit will only pay the price, now tell me to go and sell that ice. Move up to my downtown neighborhood, quiet, small, and just enough to relax all good, still pacing myself to never get back to the hood. Because I ain't trying to die tonight, never a chance to see the light, while young brothers will never understand the aspect of killing, and the shit ain't right. Blood cells and calls, one bullet for all, I still never missing flying bullets, I can continue to grow up and be so tall. Fuck that, never a regret to take what's mine, and I want that shit back. Relax? Don't go ahead and just max, when they see more dead body's it all starts to roll down the tracks, when reality kicks in, and the news gets up stating all the facts. It's like fame, but never bring it to shame, because I don't blame ya, I just wish you listen to the advice I gave ya

Hook : I don't blame you ( Blame You) (10x)

Verse 2 : On Sunday early afternoon, 17 years old wondering where did I get this cold. I know I don't drink too much, I just feel the dream, and most importantly play ahead of these fiends. Drunk drivers still in the distance living in hell, if hell was in this world, how can I cast a real spell, to despise these's foe's who be selling crack to the kids spinning they heads like flying bells. My time is up for today I can go home now, home is the only place where I can be me and feel so proud, to represent the illest city from the Bay no it is not Frisco town. It's Daly City and you know the unknown is still coming around, and I'll be hanging around till I get my face recognize from here all the way to Brook town, and now you know now. I know they like to try to bring us down with frowns, I'm the only person who can't say, because I don't have to say let alone falling high up to the ground. I sang songs all night, but rap to beats at night, I rather have my baby girl sing hooks, because she's knows how to make it real tight. She can be Ashanti, and I can be Ja Rule, I'm still always on time, and I don't blame you

Hook : I don't blame you ( Blame You) (10x)

Verse 3 : I'm so mad, but I ain't trying to be too sad. Whether you like it or not we all gone to die at some point and be so glad. I'm not treating death as a wish, so many robots exist, we living in another planet and ya'll fighting to death with these fists. I miss the old school dayz, the golden globe in a maze, running around in circles looking for the prize to appraise. By the time I enter twenty, I knew that I would get plenty, but I realized that shit ain't me, and I don't fall for ho's in agony. What's worse than falling for a ho, I remember listing to " Bitches ain't shit" and thought maybe I should go. I love ordinary women, because they out here making a killing. Slay on one day, and ending today looking like a villain. In a good way, not a ho way, but just enough to make her own way now that's fair to say. They still calling them bitches so heavily, but this time they got all the melodies, singing song after song, and stealing the show like they was committing felonies. The show is still on, I think I mentioned that before, why don't you turn on a record, and be glad what's in store. Not loving the fame, still loving the game, you do what you got to do, you ain't got no one to blame

Outro : Hey you up ( Hello), get up bro we got a show to do. Oh shit what time is it, eight O clock, c mon man the show is still on, TUP about to make another hit again