Boldy James & The Alchemist - Guilt lyrics

[Intro] Ali You know what these ni**as could never say about me? Is I did it off their scorecard Let's get it [Verse] Hunnid a G, 'member I got fronted the key 'Fore the bag came, my gas tank was under the E Life took a ill turn on that Sunderland spree Now I'm fu*kin' Miss Willburn for my brother and me With a grey book, pay me to babysit, I had to stay put Only thing a ni**a cared about is what the yay took Powder on her face like she putting on some makeup Before I had a Rollie it was Technos and Jacobs Papi came from the [?] off the Hell Block Brought thе 6 I wish I would have had the 12 shot Tricked himsеlf off the street, now he on that cell block In the clean beatin off his dick on that jail cot Tryna get back these fifty racks in the bail money Came through pitchin' cracks in the trap through the nail slide Dale got murdered on the craft, it was really him See my first twenty thou' cash 'fore they did him in On the mall taking on ni**as who get amend (Where we at?) Get found him face down floatin' in the river bend Put in the call through my ni**a Quinn We done seen it all, been through it all, through the thick and thin (Real life) [?] leaning with his F&N Off a double cup of Maxwell, house call it special blend Come at that murder gang, they know we pressure fit Still in the kitchen swellin' cane like a peppermint [Chorus] He not at all built Type of ni**a fu*k around get us all killed Caught off the same deck of cards we was all dealt Quick to drop a hundred rounds like my dog Wilt ni**as never needed y'all help Taught my ni**as how life behind the wall felt Stood tall on some stilts now we all feel Gotta stay sturdy even when your dog tilt [Verse 2] It's what you call guilt Them big V12 engines and bu*ter [?] Puling foreigns off the lot, this my tenth one All my [?] gorgeous, don't know which one to pick from [?] Chain short but [?] so you know my wrist done All these ni**as be duckin' wreck [?] Was always a suspect and never the victim Think these ni**as must have forgot I was a ConCreature (Blockworks) Forever 227 is the motto I let that forty-seven hit like the lotto My brother [Short?] be catchin' bricks from Chicago Everybody digressing, I took the high road Stepped on a 267 in my [?] A million dollars worth of game out in Tuscon The plug know my first name, my face is like a coupon [Chorus] He not at all built Type of ni**a fu*k around get us all killed Caught off the same deck of cards we was all dealt Quick to drop a hundred rounds like my dog Will What else, ni**as never needed y'all help (At all) Taught my ni**as how life behind the wall felt (Stood tall) Stood tall on some stilts, now we all feel (Uh-huh) Gotta stay sturdy even when your dog tilt