My Fault?!
How's it my fault that I started taking off How's it my fault that I been flaming all of y'all
Y'all pushed me to the edge to the point I couldn't take it no more
And sometimes the old me shows, yeah, bitch boy Jesse
Gotta go, yeah, I been booking shows It's a process, I been on a roll, honor roll
This pressure would make these bitches round me fold
yeah, and most these rappers sell their soul, not me
While they try to jack my shit and copy, back up off me
She come up in the crib, give me brain, I feel like a zombie
Got me slumped, that shit was so good, she gave me that sloppy toppy
How's it my fault that I started taking off How's it my fault that I been flaming all of y'all
Y'all pushed me to the edge to the point I couldn't take it no more
And sometimes the old me shows, yeah, bitch boy Jesse
Gotta go, yeah, I been booking shows It's a process, I been on a roll, honor roll
This pressure would make these bitches round me fold
yeah, and most these rappers sell their soul, not me
While they try to jack my shit and copy, back up off me
She come up in the crib, give me brain, I feel like a zombie
Got me slumped, that shit was so good, she gave me that sloppy toppy
Y'all pushed me to the edge to the point I couldn't take it no more
And sometimes the old me shows, yeah, bitch boy Jesse
Gotta go, yeah, I been booking shows It's a process, I been on a roll, honor roll
This pressure would make these bitches round me fold
yeah, and most these rappers sell their soul, not me
While they try to jack my shit and copy, back up off me
She come up in the crib, give me brain, I feel like a zombie
Got me slumped, that shit was so good, she gave me that sloppy toppy
How's it my fault that I started taking off How's it my fault that I been flaming all of y'all
Y'all pushed me to the edge to the point I couldn't take it no more
And sometimes the old me shows, yeah, bitch boy Jesse
Gotta go, yeah, I been booking shows It's a process, I been on a roll, honor roll
This pressure would make these bitches round me fold
yeah, and most these rappers sell their soul, not me
While they try to jack my shit and copy, back up off me
She come up in the crib, give me brain, I feel like a zombie
Got me slumped, that shit was so good, she gave me that sloppy toppy
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Writer(s): Jesse Wendland
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