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letra de all your fault (remix) - hopsin

[chorus]
i’m so tired
of all the problems you’ve been causin’ me (ha—ha—ha)
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

[verse 1]
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 -ss on track
i’m on the f-ckin’ edge, i snapped and i just can’t go back
i have no cl-ss, i’m cut from how my last ho act
she tried to ruin me, she d-mn near made my cash flow crash
i f-ckin’ hate this b-tch, her name could sit on a grave
only reason she ain’t dead is ’cause my kid on the way
the b-tch is pregnant and she strippin’, dodgin’ minimum wage
she done kick me down, locked me up and spit on my face
i bought a ring for this b-tch just to set it in stone
my headache has grown, d-mn i shoulda left it alone
now heaven is gone, so is my love and it won’t return
welcome to h-ll, b-tch, i hope you burn, because—

[verse 2]
listen, lil’ n-gg-, we ain’t in the same shoes
you ain’t built a name or even paid dues
but d-mn it, i’m ashamed of what it came to
and if you had have 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 sp-wn
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
sh-t, you ain’t got much to lose
anyone can hold a gun up, but who’s brave enough to shoot?
you know d-mn well he’s addicted to rakin’ up the loot
if you seen the sh-t i seen, you woulda taken sides with me
but you f-ckin’ disappeared and you ain’t even ride with me
and now you wanna return when the label hit the bottom
n-gg-, f-ck you and your phony mental problems!

[verse 3]
too many motherf-ckers judge my life
and make me out to be a monster like i love my strife
too many motherf-ckers pick at what the f-ck 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 f-ckin’ son admires me, come and fire me
settle with the h-ll that i was put in, nuh-uh
you motherf-ckers keep forgettin’ i’m too good at my job
y’all shoulda knew this, some think i’m too r-t-rded 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 n-gg-s thought you could do it
go crawl in some sewage, you n-gg-s ain’t no entrepreneurs
you f-cked with hopsin da ruler and now i’m hollerin’ screw ya
hallelujah, all the deadweight is finally cut off
n-gg-s, the throne is mine, so stay the f-ck off, ’cause—

- hopsin

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