Letra Guilt Boldy James

Guilt

Ali
You know what these niggas could never say about me?
Is I did it off their scorecard
Let's get it

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 fuckin' Miss Willburn for my brother and me
With a grey book, pay me to babysit, I had to stay put
Only thing a nigga 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 th? 6 I wish I would have had the 12 shot
Tricked hims?lf 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 niggas who get amend (Where we at?)
Get found him face down floatin' in the river bend
Put in the call through my nigga 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

He not at all built
Type of nigga fuck 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
Niggas never needed y'all help
Taught my niggas how life behind the wall felt
Stood tall on some stilts now we all feel
Gotta stay sturdy even when your dog tilt

It's what you call guilt
Them big V12 engines and butter [?]
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 niggas be duckin' wreck [?]
Was always a suspect and never the victim
Think these niggas 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

He not at all built
Type of nigga fuck 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, niggas never needed y'all help (At all)
Taught my niggas 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