Boldy James, The Alchemist - Guilt Lyrics

Ali
You know what these niggas can never say about me?
(What's that?) Is I did it off their scorecard
It's all blocks (OJ)
Bo Jackson (yeah, that way)
Let's get it (227)

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 bill off the hell block
Brought the six I wish I would have had the twelve shot
Tricked himself 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 month
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 amends (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 swellin' cane like a peppermint (whatever)

He not at all built
Type of nigga fuck around, get us all killed
Cut off the same deck of cards we was all dealt
Quick to drop a hundred rounds like my dog Will
Niggas never needed y'all help
To all my niggas know how life behind the wall felt
Stood tall like some stilts now we all feel you
Gotta stay sturdy even when your dog tilt

(You're not built for this)
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 short, bust shorty, so you know my wrist dumb
All these niggas be duckin' wreck, we be blitzin'
Was always a suspect and never the victim
Think these niggas must have forgot I was a ConCreature
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 2-6-7 in my Wallows
A million dollars worth of game I done too signed 'em
Plug know my first name, my face is like a coupon, whatever

He not at all built
Type of nigga fuck around, get us all killed
Cut off the same deck of cards we was all dealt
Quick to drop a hundred rounds like my dog Will, whatever
Niggas never needed y'all help (at all)
To all my niggas know how life behind the wall felt
Stood tall like some stilts now we all feel you
Gotta stay sturdy even when your dog tilt (relax)