a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

guilt - boldy james & the alchemist lyrics

[intro]
ali
you know what these n*ggas 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 f*ckin’ miss willburn for my brother and me
with a grey book, pay me to babysit, i had to stay put
only thing a n*gga 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
[?] came from the [?]
brought the 6 i wish i would have had the 12 shot
tricked himsеlf off the street, now he on that cell block
in thе clean beatin off his d*ck on that jail cot
tryna get back these fifty racks in the bail money
came through pitchin’ cracks in the trap through the nail slide
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 n*ggas who get amend (where we at?)
get found him face down floatin’ in the river bend
put in the call through my n*gga quinn
we done seen it all, been through it all, through the thick and thin (real life)
[?] 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
[chorus]
he not at all built
type of n*gga f*ck around get us all k!lled
caught off the same deck of cards we was all dealt
quick to drop a hundred rounds like my dog will
n*ggas never needed y’all help
taught my n*ggas how life behind the wall felt
stood tall on some stilts now we all feel
gotta stay st*rdy even when your dog [tear?]

[verse 2]
it’s what you call guilt
them big v12 engines and b*tter [?]
puling foreigns off the lot, this my tenth one
all my [?] gorgeous, don’t know which one to pick from
[?]
[?] so you know my wrist done
all these n*ggas be duckin’ wreck [?]
was always a suspect and never the victim
think these n*ggas must have forgot i was a [?]
forever 227 is the motto
i let that forty*seven hit like the lotto
my brother [short?] be catchin’ bricks in chicago
everybody digressing, i took the high road
stepped on a 267 in my [?]
a million dollars worth of game i done [?]
[?] is like a coupon
[chorus]
he not at all [?]
type of n*gga f*ck around get us all k!lled
caught off the same deck of cards we was all dealt
quick to drop a hundred rounds like my dog will
whatevs, n*ggas never needed y’all help (at all)
taught my n*ggas how life behind the wall felt
still [?] now we all feel (uh*huh)
gotta stay st*rdy even when your dog [tear?]

- boldy james the alchemist lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular