Ain’t My Fault (G-Style) lyrics

[Verse]
Used to jump out of the Regal
Lay 'em down with the street sweeper
But now I run my own label, and puttin' on for the gangsters
The place, the town I was raised in, the dividing line to LA
Since it's a drought on real n*ggas, how the f*ck could you hate
'Cause these n*ggas be snitchin'
Walkin' round wired, tryna ask you questions
These punk ass b*tches be hidin' your kids
Tryna steal your blessings
It ain't my fault if I don't know nothin' but to be a
Raw ass n*gga
It ain't my fault you so fake you don't know how to
Deal with it
It ain't my fault if your motherf*ckin' name is bad
But it's my fault if I ever get caught hangin' with your ass
I wake up, get money, stay away from all you suckas
Me and my n*ggas is on, that's why the hoes wanna f*ck us
We jump in Benzes and Jags and head out deep to my shows
And seeing blue and red rags, the Damus f*ck with the loc
I'm a young OG n*gga, my hood know me n*gga
Jumpin' out of brand new sh*t, drinkin' on OE n*gga
I had thirty thousand dollars cash in a bag in all fives
Since they sent my n*ggas to the feds
Wash my hands with that powder
I'm a mogul game changer, ex-con, gangbanger
Gettin' drunk as f*ck and be a dope di*k slanger
It's G
[Outro]
You can't stop us
They can't stop us
We won't stop
So b*tch don't try
We true soldiers
So Way Out don't die
We true locs
So Way Out don't die, b*tch
You can't stop me, b*tch
You can't stop me, b*tch
You can't stop me, b*tch
So b*tch don't try
We true soldiers, we don't die
We true soldiers, So Way Out don't die
You can't stop me, b*tch
You can't stop me, b*tch
You can't stop me, b*tch
Yeah, b*tch you can't stop this sh*t
So Way Out, ho