Lyrics
She wanna know
I got it on my own
I got it on my own
Told her «Blame it on the dope, blame it on the dope»
Yeah, she wanna know
Why mama’s on the stove
Why mama’s on the stove
Told her «Blame it on the dope, blame it on the dope»
And a new zipcode I ain’t never been before
Yeah I brought two phones and another iPhone
To hit my baby 'fore she go to sleep
She know I hate being low
She know I hate being broke
Money got me in my zone
And back to the West Coast
To give my baby her daily need
Lately I’ve been low key, low key, low key
Can’t stop, gotta proceed, proceed, proceed
Girl I know that you’re worried, worried, worried
When I’m done I’ll be back in a hurry, hurry, hurry
She wanna know
How I got it on my own
How I got it on my own
Told her «Blame it on the dope, blame it on the dope»
Yeah, she wanna know
Why mama’s on the stove
Why mama’s on the stove
Told her «Blame it on the dope, blame it on the dope»
Hit the pedal as my bro, taught me tic-tac-toe
And taught me how to push the dope, I was nine years old
Said «Nothing comes easy»
Lately I’ve been low key, low key, low key
Can’t stop, gotta proceed, proceed, proceed
Girl I know that you’re worried, worried, worried
When I’m done I’ll be back in a hurry, hurry, hurry
She wanna know
How I got it on my own
How I got it on my own
Told her «Blame it on the dope, blame it on the dope»
Yeah, she wanna know
Why mama’s on the stove
Why mama’s on the stove
Told her «Blame it on the dope, blame it on the dope»