Blame It - Mbnel

The streets be gettin cold so I always keep a heat\nMama blame it on the struggle Mama blame it on the streets\nI was praying 'fore I sleep, hope I make it through the night (Hope I make it\nthrough the night)\nI be ridin' with my Glock cuz I ain’t got no time to fight (Ain't got no time\nto fight)\nI’m so used to being broke, always dreaming 'bout a stack\nBut all the money in the world couldn’t bring my niggas back (Bring my niggas\nback)\nAnd this life that I’m living, nigga, shit ain’t ever promised (Promised)\nAll that internet thuggin', bring your phone inside your coffin (Your coffin)\nBitch I put one to your chest and have you coughin' (Coughin')\nHow you niggas say you poppin', you ain’t pop shit\nAy, ay I’m trynna live my dream\nBitch I feel like Kobe I won’t ever leave my team\nMy forty is a Fully, nigga I don’t need a beam\nAll these trappin niggas got look like I’m part of them lil reeze ay (Part of\nthem lil reeze ay)\nAy Mama blame it on the streets (Blame it on the streets)\nBlame it on the struggle cuz this shit ain’t never sweet\nBlame it on them suckas while I never bring a piece\nMama blame it on the hustle why your son is never sleep ay\nAy Mama blame it on the streets (Blame it on the streets)\nBlame it on the struggle cuz this shit ain’t never sweet\nBlame it on them suckas while I never bring a piece\nMama blame it on the hustle why your son is never sleep\nCuz we some young niggas we just livin for the moment (Just livin for the\nmoment)\nYou ain’t finna shoot at my niggas so why you totin'? (So why you totin'?)\nCuz where I’m comin from you gotta look over your shoulders (Look over your\nshoulders)\nYeah these streets is cold but my heart is gettin colder\nAy, ay Mama blame it on the streets (Mama blame it on the streets)\nMoney to be made so a nigga never sleep (So a nigga never sleep)\nThe streets be gettin cold so I always keep a heat\nMama blame it on the struggle Mama blame it on the streets