[Intro] :
I'm very proud of you
315 we doin' this sh*t, we gon' change the world
Proud of you, motherf*cker
[Chorus] :
Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you f*ckin' leave
I don't want your godd*mn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
Put the blame on me
[Verse 1] :
Blew the whole advance, I went back to broke
Motel 6 feet below
Spent it on a chain and designer clothes
Nothin' in the bank, but I still got hoes
I spent it on my old friends
Never mix business with emotions, uh
Backstabbed by the ones I kept closest, uh
Hit the potion, three-wheel motion
Yeah, my luck ran short, Gary Coleman
[Pre-Chorus] :
Ayy, twelve bands, run and stack that, yeah, yeah
[Chorus] :
Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you f*ckin' leave
I don't want your godd*mn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
[Verse 2] :
Everybody kept callin', I had to change my line
Don't ask how I'm doin' 'cause I'm doin' just fine
Feel it in my chest, feel it in my spine
Goin' through withdrawals, I got money on my mind
[Pre-Chorus] :
Ayy, twelve bands, run and stack that, stack that, stack that
[Chorus] :
Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you f*ckin' leave
I don't want your godd*mn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you f*ckin' leave
I don't want your godd*mn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
[Bridge] :
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
(One, two)
(One, two, three, go)
[Instrumental Drop] :
[Outro] :
Get the f*ck out my face, lil' bitch
I'ma come back hard and write on my wrist
No more handouts, I ain't givin' sh*t
s*ck my d*ck