Hopsin - All Your Fault lyrics

I'm so tired
Of all the problems you've been causin' me
We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see
You kicked me down, I've fallen
I'm crawlin', it's all your fault

Mo' money, mo' problems it is
Now I'm back to writin'
My lyrical novel again
I'm holdin' on grenades and I'm tryin'
To not pull a pin
I done contemplated on downin'
A bottle of gin
'Cause maybe that'll calm my nerves and
Get my ass on track i'm on the fuckin' edge
I snapped and I just can't go back
I have no class
I'm cut from how my last ho act
She tried to ruin me
She damn near made my cash flow crash
I fuckin' hate this bitch


Her name could sit on a grave
Only reason she ain't dead is 'cause
My kid on the way
The bitch is pregnant and she strippin'
Dodgin' minimum wage
She done kicked me down
Locked me up and spit on my face
I bought a ring for this bitch
Just to set it in stone
My headache has grown
Damn I shoulda left it alone
Now heaven is gone
So is my love and it won't return
Welcome to hell, bitch, I hope you burn
Because

I'm so tired
Of all the problems you've been causin' me
We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see
You kicked me down, I've fallen
I'm crawlin', it's all your fault

Listen, lil' nigga
We ain't in the same shoes
You ain't built a name or even paid dues
Damn it, I'm ashamed of what it came to
And if you had've ever reached my level of
Fame guaranteed Dame would have played you
He's in the wrong, don't give me hate for it
You know him better than me
Y'all always had a broken relationship
Now you lookin' at me like I'm Satan's spawn
But five years ago you had
Made the same diss song
Why don't you put it out?
Show the world you hate your brother too
Don't be afraid to show the truth
Shit, you ain't got much to lose
Anyone can hold a gun up
But who's brave enough to shoot?
You know damn well he's addicted
To rakin' up the loot
If you seen the shit I seen
You woulda taken sides with me
But, you fuckin' disappeared and you
Ain't even ride with me
And now you wanna return when
The label hit the bottom
Nigga, fuck you and your
Phoney mental problems!

I'm so tired
Of all the problems you've been causin' me
We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see
You kicked me down, I've fallen
I'm crawlin', it's all your fault

Too many motherfuckers judge my life
And make me out to be a
Monster like I love my strife
Too many motherfuckers pick at what
The fuck I write they hate to see me shine
They wish they could cut my light
I use my music as my public diary
It's what inspires me
It's why your fuckin' son admires me
Come and fire me
Settle with the hell that I was put in
Nuh uh
You motherfuckers keep forgettin' I'm too
Good at my job y'all shoulda knew this
Some think I'm too retarded and stupid
Overnight I just went and started a movement
The power at my fingertips is greater
Than Funk Volume and Ruthless
Ha ha, you still losin'
You niggas thought you could do it
Go crawl in some sewage
You niggas ain't no entrepreneurs
You fucked with Hopsin Da Ruler and
Now I'm hollerin' screw ya
Hallelujah, all the deadweight is
Finally cut off niggas, the throne is mine
So stay the fuck off!

I'm so tired
Of all the problems you've been causin' me
We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see
You kicked me down, I've fallen
I'm crawlin', it's all your fault