Whose Fault (Explicit) - WESTSIDE BOOGIE/Christian Scott aTunde Adjuah

Lyrics by：A. Dixson/K. Walker/Darttny Ellis

Composed by：A. Dixson/K. Walker/Darttny Ellis

Produced by：Dart/Keyel

I will tear this whole f**king house down

I'm bettin' you won't do s**t

Oh really try me try me

Yeah

Come on try me

F**k out my face

Try me b***h

Then come on and try me

Get out my f**kin' face move

What you gonna do

Come on don't stop here

No I'm tired of you

Go head go

Go head stop

Yeah whatever

I have had enough

Uh

Shut the f**k up

Don't put your hands on me uh

F**k out my phone I already told

You she my d**n homie uh

You know the buttons still hurtin'

And then you gon' stand on em' uh

And have the nerve to say

You'll call another man on me whoa

I was aware of your hurt

But I didn't know what your vengeance like

How the role of the killer switch

To the role of the victim

Like why the f**k you keep yellin'

We can't afford no eviction uh

On my momma you trippin' b***h

Don't be bringin' my kid in this

She say n***a you ain't s**t

Shoulda left you where you stand

Shoulda never let you hit

I shoulda chose up on your friend

Wish your daddy was around

And taught you how to be a man

'Cause you a motherf**kin' coward

N***a let go of my hand

I swear I hate you

I hate how you think you dumb poppin'

N***a f**k Compton act like

You don't see your son watchin' uh

I'm done watchin' you f**k him up

Keep it pushin' go do you

Like he don't copy your movements

And he ain't lookin' up to you

That s**t is boo-boo I hate it

Know it's actually kinda crazy how you f**ked your homegirl

And then actually tried to blame me like

No I'm laughin' because I'm angry you salty

'Cause I been dating don't ask me

To see your baby f**kin' p***y

At the tone please record your message

When you finish recording

You may hang up or press one for more options

Look bro I don't know what you been on

But this is the example you want to set for your son

Like dude get it together

I need some me time

Your son got practice on Friday and a game on Saturday

I need you to pick him up after school

Get out your feelings

We in darkness but we addicted to it

You say my son got a game

And I need to get him to it uh

Though I miss him I say

S**t no I ain't finna do it

'Cause I'm too pissed I say

No b***h go tell your n***a do it uh

Another stereo type that I couldn't prove wrong

Cool with doin' me but just not tryna

Let you move on uh

The rude tone was too strong s**t

You know I just can't back down

Know you got me f**ked- nah

Who that n***a in your background

I told you b***h don't ever

Have no n***a 'round my baby

I'm forever gon' be with it b***h

Don't ever try and play me

She like boy you fake crazy

I bet you wish you cared then huh

Then I bet you wish that you was there then huh

I seen the truth when I was buried in my shame

We already share the pain how

'Bout we finally share the blame

You was bitter out my bones

And take the hatred out my veins uh

Don't look for change be the change that's it