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No-no, no, oh-woah Look, sorry for the way that I was brought up You could blame it on my father Sorry for the way that I was brought up You could blame it on my father Age of five, introduced to them streets, yeah, yeah I was creepin' with the G's, yeah, yeah Age of fourteen, got into some beef, yeah, yeah That's my mama, yeah, she know I kept that heat, yeah, yeah And she know I'm cryptic Blood on some bullshit Everybody with me in the trenches, we ain't lackin' Swear to God, yeah, we gotta keep the full clip [Heard?] to my daughter, bitch, I like to commit murder When I'm sobеr, I don't need a pill to [?] No cap, I'm true, shit Listen to my music and you gon' get influеnced Swear I've been through slaughter I ain't even get to raise my daughter Yeah, I guess we all got some problems I guess we all gotta solve things Numbin' all my pain with the bottles Better keep on comin' 'round This the way that I was brought up SongtexteYou could blame it on my father Sorry for the way that I was brought up You could blame it on my father Said, "You could blame it on my father" Yeah, drinkin' through that night Tryna make sure my family right I just hope my family hold me down for life Hope they understand I'm focused on the prize I'm just tryna make sure we good, I'm just tryna do the things my dad never could I just tryna do what I should, I'm just tryna get 'em out the hood This the way that I was brought up You could blame it on my father Sorry for the way that I was brought up You could blame it on my father Said, "You could blame it on my father" Yeah, yeah You could blame it on my father Yeah, yeah, yeah Said, "You could blame it on my father" Fuck him Aus Songtexte Mania