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Scorey - Don't Blame Him (Official Lyric Video)
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scorey
Scorey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bakari Ward
Bakari Ward
Songwriter
Amart
Amart
Songwriter
Eric Foley Jr
Eric Foley Jr
Songwriter
Henri Velasco
Henri Velasco
Songwriter
Berkant Gunduz
Berkant Gunduz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Berki
Berki
Producer
Eighty8
Eighty8
Producer
Amart
Amart
Producer
Hoops
Hoops
Producer
Anthony Vega
Anthony Vega
Recording Engineer
Edgard Herrera
Edgard Herrera
Mixing Engineer

Letra

(Let that shit ride, Eighty8) (Oh yeah, Berki this the one right here!) Uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Uh, tragedies, I seen it happen, I was tryna eat from rappin' Who would've thought, no they could've imagined Now they think about me in the past tense If my brother need it, I'ma have it Too much blood to be put on a napkin Let him come wit' that smoke, I'ma match him Choppa split a nigga like a fraction Running these streets wit' a passion, deep in that action Glock 23 is my fashion Stuck in that beef, it was cracking, spring into action My niggas seen him and wacked him If he a thug, we subtract him, we gotta patch him Oh, I can't wait 'til we catch him I gave my heart to the game, I'm not the same Sorry I can't do no attachments Tryna balance my love life and the streets (hove life) But I sunk right in the deep Still need them blessings from all of my angels But I hung right with the demons (I hung right wit'-) Dropped out of school, tryna chase me a bag Now I'm saving my cash and was thuggin' for weeks 'Member my living arrangements was bad I would make me a pallet out covers and sheets (covers and sheets) Walked to the store just to get me some noodles Go get me a pack with a dollar for each Nobody gave a fuck in the past Now I see 'em get mad 'cause I'm harder to reach Fuck it, I lay my head in the hills We could go way back, when we was kids All of these bitches running 'round every block 'Cept ours 'fore we was lit But it's okay, guess it is what it is Matter o' fact, I guess it is what I made it Nobody fucked wit' me 'fore I was famous (I was famous) I don't fuck wit' 'em now, and I'm changin' (I'm changing) Rockstar life, I don't know what today is I just know I'ma go and get faded I know lil' niggas that stay with a ruler And can't even tell me what none of their grades is (I know) It's a lotta niggas jumping in it But don't even know how much deeper this pain get If you reading this, sorry, it's too late (sorry) When you sign up, it ain't no complaining, no But this shit overrated oh This shit get you hated, bro But shit, if you grew up like me and my niggas It's sad to say this though (uh, uh) I don't blame him I don't blame him He was a good kid like me Cold streets changed him I don't blame him (I don't blame him) I don't blame him (I don't blame him) He done lost dead niggas like me, that shit pained him I don't blame him I can't blame him (I can't blame him) I don't blame him (I don't blame him) I don't blame him (I don't blame him) I don't blame him I won't blame him (I won't blame him) I don't blame him Can't blame him (can't blame him) I don't blame him (I don't blame him) I can't blame him (I can't blame him) I don't blame him (I don't blame him) I don't blame him (I don't blame him) I don't blame him (I don't blame him) I won't blame him (I won't blame him) I don't blame him (I don't blame him) Can't blame him (can't blame him) Uh, that's that shit right there
Writer(s): Eric Foley, Berkant Gunduz, Henri Velasco, Bakari Ward, Anthony Martinez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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