All Your Fault (Remix) Lyrics

All Your Fault (Remix) - Hopsin

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Hopsin(all your fault)remix

I'm so tired

Of all the problems you've been causin' me

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

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 ass on track

I'm on the fuckin' edge, I snapped and I just can't go back

I have no class, I'm cut from how my last ho act

She tried to ruin me, she damn near made my cash flow crash

I fuckin' hate this bitch, her name could sit on a grave

Only reason she ain't dead is 'cause my kid on the way

The bitch is pregnant and she strippin', dodgin' minimum wage

She done kicked me down, locked me up and spit on my face

I bought a ring for this bitch just to set it in stone

My headache has grown, damn I shoulda left it alone

Now heaven is gone, so is my love and it won't return

Welcome to hell, bitch, I hope you burn, because

I'm so tired

Of all the problems you've been causin' me

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

Listen, lil' nigga, we ain't in the same shoes

You ain't built a name or even paid dues

But damn 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 spawn

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

Shit, you ain't got much to lose

Anyone can hold a gun up, but who's brave enough to shoot?

You know damn well he's addicted to rakin' up the loot

If you seen the shit I seen, you woulda taken sides with me

But you fuckin' disappeared and you ain't even ride with me

And now you wanna return when the label hit the bottom

Nigga, fuck you and your phony mental problems!

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

Too many motherfuckers judge my life

And make me out to be a monster like I love my strife

Too many motherfuckers pick at what the fuck I write

They hate to see me shine, they wish that they could cut my light

I use my music as my public diary, it's what inspires me

It's why your fuckin' son admires me, come and fire me

Settle with the hell that I was put in, nuh-uh

You motherfuckers keep forgettin' I'm too good at my job

Y'all shoulda knew this, some think I'm too retarded 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 niggas thought you could do it

Go crawl in some sewage, you niggas ain't no entrepreneurs

You fucked with Hopsin Da Ruler and now I'm hollerin', "Screw ya"

Hallelujah, all the deadweight is finally cut off

Niggas, the throne is mine, so stay the fuck off, 'cause

I'm so tired

Of all the problems you've been causin' me

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