E.Y Beats - Can't Blame Me lyrics

[Nines Verse 1] All I do is fly birds n***as know that I does this Two Packs in the van call it poetic justice I shot pies, baby I don't rob guys Michael Corleone's wardrobe cause I got Mob ties Breezing in the coupe, screaming free ma n***a snoop If they ain't selling 1arda bud I'm leaning on them yutes I can't party without an iron Can't believe ma n***a telling me wallahi and he's lying So much fiends on a line, had to phone a helper Had the alleyway looking like a homeless shelter Came off probation, started flying round the planet You were stylin in the bookies, I was lying on a hammock Ask about me I had stacks Way before I made 50 bags off of snapbacks I get my yayo from the source It wasn't all rental when I came through with the Porsche [Chorus] You can't blame me, I fell in love with the road, Got myself into this situation You can't blame me, with all this money on the road, how the f** you expect me to be this patient? You can't blame me, A n***a just tryna get on his grind, no shine no sleep on ma mind Now you hate me, all it do is time just to bill up my line now you mad that you ain't me [Nines Verse 2] I used to be a DJ all I wanted to do was buy decks Then I learnt to whip now I'm mixing in the pyrex I pray none of my brudda's is a judas Thought that guy was genuine but he was just another opportunist Picture me going broke, when kilo got a cunch spot But my n***a helmo be making G's just off one shot My n***a tyrell's line's nowhere near average Plus kinnect drops me boxes, call of duty care package I ain't like them other n***as I got big dreams The crop's green with orange hair look like android 16 Try claim he's a boss But I don't ever see them guys break people off She might look nice but I ain't making her my wifey I've been running through them lighties since the motherf**ing 90's You n***as heard Nines went broke, that's a myth My new whip could've been in Tokyo drift [Chorus] You can't blame me, I fell in love with the road, Got myself into this situation You can't blame me, with all this money on the road, how the f** you expect me to be this patient? You can't blame me, A n***a just tryna get on his grind, no shine no sleep on ma mind Now you hate me, all it do is time just to bill up my line now you mad that you ain't me