My Fault ft. Luka Brazi Lyrics

Sinuses

Baby Moma

Too much

The pressures too heavy

I'm not ready

Thrown in the fire

I'm made a liar

It's my fault

My fault

Pressure too heavy

I'm not ready

Thrown in the fire

It's my fault

My fault

The pressure too heavy

I'm not ready

Thrown in the fire

I made a liar

It's my fault

Not depending on the Messiah

Chasing smoke

Thinking I'm high

Illusions of confusion

Empty desires

Nothing to my name

Ashame

No ends to acquire

Lost in the streets

Looking for the cheapest supplier

Coming up short

To what jobs require

No help

From a couple of prior

Felonies

Reduce misdemeanors

Treated like I robbed the cleaners

Finish college for what

Im still a senior

Running rebel

With this product to pedal

Starving too hungry to settle

Looking for the next level

Soldier in the field

Test my metal

Raised in the home Rayful Were beef becomes fatal

Shots fired over my cradle

Since an early age

Ready willing and able Responsible

At the front of the table

Reality TV

Soon the network cable

Comcast I need this paper fast Havnox

Humbled missing meals

Forced fast

Protectively break

Ceilings

Made of glass

All surrounding

Lived in the past

I make models

Help you die with some class

Forgotten by many

I put you on blast

Al queda

Even unsigned

Your last track

Peopled by your

Major Luca Brasi

Next to God

The Father

The Creator

I put down

Any player

Call me the mayor

Better yet the governor

The pressures too heavy

I'm not ready

Thrown in the fire

I'm made a liar

It's my fault

My fault

The pressure too heavy

I'm not ready

Thrown in the fire

It's my fault

My fault

Flowing like I'm all alone

In my house

Mean I'm in my zone

High spaced

On my throne

Looking down

Like damn

A nigga growing

Hard on money

I'm about my business

Every minute

Casino gaming

Investing bytchs

Dyin to play wit it

Growing in digits

Stay killin

Gone on admit it

Ya feel it

Deep down

Physically touching your spirit

Close to Ripon

Rubber and plastic

Contain package of the shipments

Going thru paper

Good on this money making mission

And it's even better than it sound

CountDown

WorkAtHisBest

Best bets it's still around

So if you feeling what I mean

Think of your family tree

Picture with me

All your peoples

Covered in green

Havnox

The pressures too heavy

I'm not ready

Thrown in the fire

I'm made a liar

It's my fault

My fault

Pressure too heavy

I'm not ready

Thrown in the fire

It's my fault

My fault

The pressures too heavy

I'm not ready

Thrown in the fire

I'm made a liar

It's my fault

My fault

Pressure too heavy

I'm not ready

Thrown in the fire

It's my fault

My fault