Guilty

[Intro]
Yeah it's alotta shit I feel guilty about, you know I'm sayin'
But don't judge me though, Lil Jack

[Hook] 2x
I'm paranoid, runnin' from karma
Maybe guess it's my conscience
I think my baby mama she a monster
All these assumptions (got me feelin' guilty)
My niggas kidnap yo kids, voices stuck in my head
Corpses under da bed, busta (?) the crib
Bitch all the shit that I did (got me feelin' guilty)

[Verse 1]
Like I never should have done the shit
That I done for this money
Might come back to hunt me
Most of them niggas had it comin'
Before disaster there's a warning; that's what mama taught me
Tell 'em lately I been trippin', heavy mercy on my victims
I jumped on my bitch cause I didn't come home
Whooped her again cause she went through my phone
No apologies given, no excuse for my temper
Drug abuse and this liquor
Got me plottin' on robbin' these niggas
The problem: alot of 'em family members
I (?) my drug test ... blood
... I'm so sick of this love, she say "can we make love?"
I say bitch I been fucking yo friends
She's (?) to this day after Juicy J (?) what else can I say
These niggas ain't real mane, alot of you fake
Set you up just to ... judge yellin' "guilty!"
I say sorry your honor but it's death fore dishonor
They found this body wrapped up in the dumpster
She told me age wasn't shit but a number
I am the hunter, think my studio haunted
Smoking til I'm unconscious
Heard that I'm guilty by association
These haters done plannin' my assassination
I am guilty as charged, I mean guilty as sin
They found blood on my hands
Just got a letter from my biggest fan, it read:
"Thanks. I just killed a man" now I'm feelin' guilty

[Hook]
Paranoid, runnin' from karma
Maybe guess it's my conscience
I think my baby mama she a monster
My niggas kidnap yo kids, voices stuck in my head
Corpses under da bed, busta (?) the crib
Bitch all the shit that I did

[Verse 2]
Mane I could have got locked up but (?) a snap on the wrist
That cocaine got me snappin'
Like just all the shit that I been through
Mane I should have been through
But I ain't so I rap 'bout this shit
Oky father forgive me, I know it's my fault
I got away but my homie got caught
The momma and shawty ...
It's safe to say I'm the reason they fall off
A kilo of (?) get everyone caught
That counterfeit money pissed everyone off
I (?) by myself, told them niggas "get lost!"
I blame myself for the shit that I lost
I took all of his work, he saw me he shot at me first
... all of his work
I caught him slippin' in front of his church
Dropped out, pistol whipped him infront of his folk
Mane I swear this the truth
(?) streets built me, taught me shoot til it's empty
Had a dream that them fuck niggas killed me
One life to live - fuck feelin' guilty