CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Guilt

[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