Nobody’s Fault But Mine - John Corabi

1: Sometimes, this shit gets hard.

You gotta grind or you starve.

You forgive, but don’t forget.

That’s these nigguhs ain’t shit.

Everything is kinda odd, when I look up in the sky.

I be searching for that God, who taught my auntie how to fly.

I will always be that one Kidd, that’s always too shy.

But got bars like a bad boy, from the NY.

I’m tryna build an empire.

With a girl who aims higher.

Someone that I know gon' fire.

Wearing old attire, and still look fire.

Make me wanna multiply with her.

Take away the phones, carry her to bed.

Divide them legs, drop the panties.

It’s 69, I bet.

There’s nothing that I regret.

Top spot, boy I climb for that.

Have you nigguhs wanna bring, Frankie Lineman back.

Make yo bitch fall out & have a heart attack.

Nigguh, you know I’m the cause of that.

StarrKidd the girls, cardiac.

I’m not father, yet.

Hol' up ✋✋✋

& you know it’s all your fault.

2: Realistically.

Y’all don’t mean shit to me.

The fame would be iight, but a nigguh want the currency.

I heard bout those weak nigguhs, who ain’t never heard of me.

But still hating, cause all they bitches wanna fuck with me.

But, I’Onn cuff 'em G.

Make 'em hit the sheets, let me beat.

Give 'em the D, in they guts like it surgery.

Try to murder me.

That’s suicide homie, what you think?

My team don’t sleep, we take long blinks.

When this go out.

I’ll dominate the world, within a whole week.

God’s eye, bitch I see what you don’t see.

This voice hear is Golden.

I’ll make your girl knees weak.

Fall out 'til next week.

Her bitches bumping backstreet.

Singing, «I want it that way».

All this versatility.

So I bend her body, got her running like a track meet.

I’m not an athlete, but I’m Duncan on these wanna be’s.

She got that cakery.

So I’m all up in her bakery.

Tryna blow them candles out, 'fore I eat.