Blame It On The Streets (YG)

Don't blame my mama Blame it on the streets Don't blame my liquor Blame it on the streets Shootouts in broad daylight, South Central zoo life Young nigga goin' hard, hustle all night Mama prayin', tellin' God I don't live right Fuck right, go left, catch a damn strike Felonies can't go to police Probation catchin' cases, prayin' on my (static) Lord, why they got me out this way? Lord, I gotta buy another AK Fresh out, I need money in the worst way Get a job, Hell nah, call my homie Ike Told me, "Pull up, I'ma get you right" Diamond chain, gold ring, now I'm sittin' right Like biz, bad bitch, real boss tie Took a chance, now I'm ballin' off the street life It's just in me, my nigga Don't blame me, blame the ghetto, that's where I'm livin', my nigga Don't blame my mama Blame it on the streets Don't blame my liquor Blame it on the streets Don't blame my mama Blame it on the streets Don't blame my homies Blame it on the streets Aye I'm a West Side, Tree Top gang member Don't blame it on my mama though, blame it on me Yo those fades I done took, peoples' safes I done took And if I geeked up with this shit, I'm gettin' booked Oh, oh no, I don't wanna go to jail But if I got to I swear to God I won't tell Hit the bounty nigga, you ain't gotta take no fade for me Phone call, [?], nigga I can spread for weeks My pops mad at me, my mama all worried So she bail me out, typical black male story Her friends wasn't supportin' cause they know I'm in the streets I told her, "Don't blame it on my mama, blame it on me" I got Piru [?], where I'm from, that's regular I don't do enemies and I don't talk on a cell And mama asked why I sag and talk with so many Bs No questions, mama, blame it on the streets What's happenin'? West Side, Jay 305, I'm demanding respect. You got a problem with that, I 'on't know what to say. Blame it on the streets. Niggas like me only come once in a lifetime, nigga. So while you in the mothafuckin' presence of a gangsta, nigga, you better bow down and walk off