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Guilt
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Boldy James & The Alchemist
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[Intro] Ali You know what these niggas 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 fuckin' Miss Willburn from “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 Rollo it was Technos and Jacobs Papi came from the bill off the Hell Block Brought the 6 I wish I would havе had the 12 shot Tricked himself off thе street, now he on that cell block In the clink beatin off his dick on that jail cot Tryna get back these fifty racks in the Belmont Came through pitchin' cracks in the trap through the mail slot 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) Log 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 swirlin’ cane like a peppermint [Chorus] He not at all built Type of nigga fuck around get us all killed Cut out 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 To all my niggas who know 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 butter soft silks Puling foreigns off the lot, this my tenth one All my whores gorgeous, don't know which one to pick from Elizabeth I’m comin’ to join you, this the big one Chain shortbus shorty so you know my wrist done All these niggas be duckin' wreck, we be blitzed 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 Wallos 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 nigga fuck around get us all killed Cut out 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
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