Guilty

Yeah, i ain't never gonna buy benzes
Gotta, lot on my mind but mine
Don't change i just always look through like lenses
And i need to breathe, but i don't see the need
And i been going 56 nights crazy
Hoping lately, i could check me a great and
Meet swae please
Don't make me- do anything
Known to knock niggas out catch me up in any ring
How the hell am i writing shit if i don't like this shit
Man i might be rich, but i don't type this shit
For nobody
But myself i live tight
But myself i ain't right
Been tryna earn stripes
Since 9th grade
Back when a nigga had hair from the ice age
Ain't it funny how the man was raised up
Far from the dogg but i blaze up
Played 2k now we spending 2k
Just to get a song played
We got the entre
So we eating all day
You telling me I moved on to new things
Gotta prove things
Don't you change on me
See I'm far from making it but
I'm tryna be more than retail man
I'm far from making this up

Hook:

And i been teaching my obituary
I'm in a zone and this shit is scary
I don't know why i feel so cold
I don't know why i feel so bold

But i'll tell you one thang
If you tell me two thangs
I don't wanna feel the goose in me
Take another shot and I'm guilty

And i been teaching my obituary
I'm in a zone and this shit is scary
I don't know why i feel so cold
I don't know why i feel so bold

But i'll tell you one thang
If you tell me two thangs
I don't wanna feel the goose in me
Take another shot and I'm guilty

Verse 2:

I could write all the damn reasons
I ain't never cheesing
Hard to love the world when you never break even
Cold blooded get you cold thuggin
In the streets when you reach
Niggas gone teach
Yeah i see now spring passed but i bloom more
I got tunes stored for my new store
I got more stored than a damn whore
Wanting more corn, if you peep my flow
Was at dominos, so i made the dough
And b was makin cream so we had made the means
I mean, if you understand how i make the dream
Then you would understand how i could shake hakeem
I ain't being vigorous im being honest
I know i got a future might as well just lean on it
Now i got the hoes singing, "throw some D's on it!"
Man i throw business mind yo business bittttt
I am a pasta bomb, i play apostle
Turning clocks around could turn a nigga rasta
Im gone quit the day job to make the heads nod
The fakes get red dots. You better not go and bl-oww
Uh yeah uh nigga. Wanna talk a lot but you never really figured
All the algorithims in the rhythm really make a brother
Wanna speak!
Now everybody wanna meet and greet
But my greeting is, where the fuck was you
When i was sittin blue without a given clue
And i was bout to drown but now im fully loaded
And yo girl love me since i made erosion

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