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don't point - don trip lyrics

(chorus)
don’t point yo fingers at me
cause i ain’t to blame
i’m just another n-gga playin’ life’s game
don’t point your fingers at me
it ain’t my fault
i ain’t make the rule i just took it how it came
don’t point yo fingers at me
cause i ain’t to blame
i’m just another n-gga playin’ life’s game
don’t point your fingers at me
it ain’t my fault
i ain’t make the rule i just took it how it came
don’t point yo fingers at me

(verse one)
ok i’m used to all the roaches
ain’t no rats where i’m trappin’
every day eviction notice, time to start packin’
to avoid that we rely on the package
and on a good day that’s a thousand dollar average
dammit this my third time runnin’ out of baggies
a n-gga gotta eat, f-ck rally’s
sadly my neighbors don’t complain about the traffic
i have my street lookin’ like a race car rally
i got this old head i be serving every sat-rday
he be grabbin’ whole ones, they don’t need the plastic
and he never shout so i don’t have to tax him
last week he pulled up on me in his caddy
only want the usual, i call him old fashion
so he get served and he don’t need a napkin
you so quick to judge me, to you i’m the bad one
but you’ll see him in church sunday mornin’
he’s your pastor

(chorus)
don’t point yo fingers at me
cause i ain’t to blame
i’m just another n-gga playin’ life’s game
don’t point your fingers at me
it ain’t my fault
i ain’t make the rule i just took it how it came
don’t point yo fingers at me
cause i ain’t to blame
i’m just another n-gga playin’ life’s game
don’t point yo fingers at me
it ain’t my fault
i ain’t make the rule i just took it how it came
don’t point yo fingers at me

(verse two)
she spend her nights on the pole
and she drink liquor, pop pills, and smoke dro
throw a couple ones, she put on a show
but you tippin’ even more just to see how far she go
name the right price, you can walk her out the door
and we both know what happens once you get that b-tch alone
shawty so bad, bad to the bone
so thick she prolly got too much -ss for her thong
s-xy -ss red bone, prolly remind you of lisa ray fine -ss
when she was playin’ diamond
now you hit the shake every night just to find her
you prolly got a home with a wife and a child
but you rather take shawty out
wine her and dine her
and rent a motel room, take her there and pound her
yeah you prolly never met a b-tch finner
wait til you find out that she’s a minor

(chorus)
don’t point yo fingers at me
cause i ain’t to blame
i’m just another n-gga playin’ life’s game
don’t point yo fingers at me
it ain’t my fault
i ain’t make the rule i just took it how it came
don’t point yo fingers at me
cause i ain’t to blame
i’m just another n-gga playin’ life’s game
don’t point yo fingers at me
it ain’t my fault
i ain’t make the rule i just took it how it came
don’t point yo fingers at me

(verse three)
better get it corrected
couldn’t judge me if you made jury selection
livin’ everyday not expectin’ the next one
i can die right now before the end of this record
or i could go out from a bullet connectin’
or a dirty b-tch can k!ll me if she get me infected
my preacher gettin’ rich off p-ssin’ collection
and my judge gettin’ rich of state corrections
he lookin’ at me like i ruined yo kids
like i stopped the beat and told them to go sell bricks
like i subbed for the teacher at the school they attend
and told them “f-ck readin’ books, go and get you some grip”
so when yo child go wrong, you wanna blame my songs
but i don’t raise yo kids, i only raise my own
so you can point yo fingers at me all day long
but at the end of the day, my night still goes on
notch!

- don trip lyrics

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