How Could U Blame Me

[Politic] Tell me the truth, how could you blame me? I only came to be the man I am, cuz the way the streets raised me It made me crazy, they the cause why I think like this lately And chase weed with baby Or maybe there's another cause, but why I crush up 'dro And hit bars, often disobey lawas They taught me think paper first Hit the block til they say it hurts Chase dough and not skirts I'm a victim of a situation, unpaid bills and debts, chose my occupation Heart racing, no pops, on the low from the cops Hit the 'dro spot and only chill where it's hot What you expect me to maintain, with the devil in my brainwaves Learn the right rules for the wrong game Can't change, I gotta stay in my lane But you can't knock a nigga hustle, how he cope with his pain [Chorus 2X: Politic] How could you blame me? I only came to be The man I am, cuz the way the game made me Streets raised me, crazy, from the stroller to the day ya'll blaze me [Politic] I went away for a minute, cuz things got vivid Had to learn how to limp and talk a little different No more blowing pounds of chronic and chasing bitches My game plan switching but I'm on the same mission Still Poli', still live by the same motto Still spit fluid that's hard for haters to follow I'm in top shape, now I control my own fate I still move weight, get papes and dip jakes I change lenin, made my bed and laid in it I cut the dead ends, brushed off and kept spinning Patience is a virtue, that's the law that never hurt you Take a sec, do it right, and ya dreams'll come true That's a life lesson, dice games and hot weapons Just a common strut, but smart niggas be side stepping Stack dough, bend hoes and play the low Spit so, dry rap niggas homage ya flows [Chorus 2X] [Politic] Tell me how is it that, you can critize my acts Turn my back to the fact that ya'll taught me to react You said be patient, cuz the good times coming While I'm here waiting, tell me how to cope with being hungry The future's bright, it's the present that's dark Trying to come terms with that is the reason I spark That's why caps get twisted, on bottles and niggas And I always been enlisted with an army chasing figures I done spent many a late night, writing by the moonlight No beat, tapping my feet, to set the mood right I learned young, nobody listens to ya tongue Niggas only hear funds unless you talking with a gun Now that's major, still you penalize me For trying to get paper, I was taught that money was a savior Cuz in harm's fairs, brings hope to the people Man it settle's tears, and makes all niggas equal [Chorus]