Responsibility

Nigga, you a fool for this one, bro
It's my responsibility
It's my responsibility, take care my nephew like he mine
Drop a nigga if he even had a thought about touchin' mine

I bought my shit first, honestly, my fiends fried
You ain't pull no money out the bank, I guess we take ya life
Won't raid a nigga safe, I'm set on tryin' to make him die
Never needed nan' man, for any money in my life

Since I bought my guns first, why would you think I ain't bust mine
Can't even ask the nigga popped, cause on my pops, that nigga died
Versace watch on my wrist, I still ain't peep time
Ring on every finger, still ain't count the niggas I made die

Don't try to fid or blow no whistle, we back him like a pot
Kill a nigga in my sleep on accident, ain't even try
Ask about finesse, niggas got this shit to say
But whenever face to face, I guarantee they ah be praying

Whenever face to face, they never wanted them arrangements
They ain't want a nigga's hands, and they ain't want that gunplay, nigga
Im the type to let my nuts hang, nigga
My chain cost so much, won't ask the price of your chain, nigga

They say I sound different, but I ain't never changed, nigga
Put me, before you put yourself or, girl, I can't stay with you
When I ain't have no money hoe I still wasn't a lame nigga
Even if I got that check and got that fame wouldn't change nigga
Nigga thought it was a game, until I pulled up, he got sprayed on

Balenci' on a bad day, Tom Ford, I got my shades on
I'm the nigga that she fuck, I'm not that nigga that she date on
The bitch of your dreams, I'm that nigga that she wait on
Get that pussy first night, I'm the one that get y'all bitches wet

Call Finesse dinero, cause you know he wear the money at
I'll chase the bag in any weather, almost had a heart attack
I'll cheat a million times, but if she cheat, I couldn't fathom that
You ain't even my type, if your ass built just like a iron pan

And niggas who had kids, but couldn't raise them
I should beat your ass
Responsibility
It's my responsibility
Take care of my nephew like he mine

Drop a nigga if he even had a thought about touching mine
I bought my shit first, honestly, my fiends fried
You ain't pull no money out of the bank, I guess we take your life
Since I had bought my guns first, why would you think I ain't bust mine

Ring on every finger, still ain't count the niggas I make die
Don't try to fid or the blow, no, whistle we'll bake em like a pie