Letras
Hoodie on my head
I live through the nightmares
Jefe, where you been?
Dreaming at my momma house
Trying to make a hundred Ms
Think about you every day
'Cause I wish you were here
Tired of my peers just leeching
Tried to run off with the sauce and swag
Done being quiet, I'm speaking
I'm really out here in the deep end
Middle of the hood just preaching
Street sweeper, street sweeper, street sweeper - ha
Street sweeper 'cause I been cleaning
I'm sick and tired of the phony and fake
You mess up, they leave you stray
Not talking 'bout everyday people
I'm talking 'bout the ones that scream "Yahweh"
They hardly be keeping it real
Acting perfect, but that's not the case
I been quiet, had to handle some business
I'm back and I'm feeling okay
Out here just taking these risks
Can't let 'em run off with it
Made up my mind, I'm done guessing 'bout life
I'm okay with it
Bet on myself, ain't nobody to blame
Who can I blame?
Who, who, who, who?
Who can I blame?
Who, who, who?
Who can I blame?