My Fault

Ha, yeah
Yeah, yeah, What the fuck?
Maybe it's my fault, maybe it's my fault
Ayy, they take advantage of my strengths to try and make me weak
Maybe it's my fault I keep on getting done so creep
Maybe it's my fault it took so long for them to believe
Maybe it's my fault, maybe it's my fault

Ayy, They take advantage of my strengths to try and make me weak
Maybe it's my fault I keep on getting done so creep
Maybe it's my fault it took so long for them to believe
Maybe it's my fault, maybe it's my fault,
Maybe it's my fault the blame keep getting put on me
Without this money, I'm still the same, but who would everyone see
I got a habit for getting paid and playing it for keeps
I keep on thinking maybe it's my fault, cause what else could it be

Read between the lines and shit get deep, don't dig beyond what you can't handle
The most improved up in the league feel like Julius Randle
As soon as they start getting cheese, they start losing they manners
These hoes is just some bops that's for the streets, start improving your standards
Grinding since young like Lil RT, but I ain't from Atlanta
Gon' coach the team to win like i'm Nick Saban, the guys all play for Bama
Rhetorical, asking myself, no I don't need your answer
I keep on throwing up more money, you keep throwing tantrums

Secluded, if it ain't to the mic then I don't talk at all
Bro going through it, I said a prayer one day that we gon' ball
So much going right, I got a feeling this won't last for long
An evil world we live, I lost myself and then I lost it all

Had to make a change, couldn't live my life in school walking them halls
Was short on change and then shit changed, now I'm flooding the vault
And now this shit ain't cheap, all of the sudden everyone tryin to talk
They pocket watching, so I stay on beat with everywhere I walk

Know if I'm slipping I get hurt, keep caution and look out for signs
Did a million streams without a deal, starting to think I don't need a sign
Times money, the only thing I'm thinking is how I need more time
Not everyone got the same, but the end goal's still get paid and at least be trying

You don't even know what you saying, all them comments you make blind
Bank account looking divine
My eyes red, I'm looking fried
But that's just pent up pain inside my eyes, some reason I can't cry
Was twisted, trying to find my way, had to tee up to put in grind

Ayy, They take advantage of my strengths to try and make me weak
Maybe it's my fault I keep on getting done so creep
Maybe it's my fault it took so long for them to believe
Maybe it's my fault, maybe it's my fault,
Maybe it's my fault the blame keep getting put on me
Without this money, I'm still the same, but who would everyone see
I got a habit for getting paid and playing it for keeps
I keep on thinking maybe it's my fault, cause what else could it be