- Morrisson guilty 歌詞
- Kelly Kiara Morrisson
- Guilty by association
Guilty for my complications (For my complications)
Tryna do right by doin wrong
Im just a product of my environment
Yo, yo, Im too deep in the streets stuff
Me and Steve cuttin thru trees in the weed
Yo, my jewels look like they go sleep in the freezer
They got women screamin 'whos he?' like a machine gun
Tell a hater 'speak up', if not, shut your mouth
Man spend a bag on West and they claim that they shuttin down
Three words, bunch of clowns, my lifes like a movie
Joey treats the lambo like a hooptie
No time for groupies, no time for fake friends
Ive never been the greedy type, nah, I always break bread
Never been the shook type, blud, I always take risks
Trap to feed my family, you trap for the ratings
My bros on some apeshit, dont look at them and screw your face
Its best you unscrew that shit before you lose your face
My youngun asked me for the price on a Z of coke
I told him 1017 like Gucci Mane
**** the drills, my teams full of mobsters
We shot drugs, we shot man, blud, were on stuff
As yute man we used to play conkers
And times flew by, we started bussin off our shotguns
Then we started catchin cases, man got locked up
Some got life, some got shook, and went and got jobs
Thats what the block does, it makes you or breaks you
When youre down and out the streets wont save you
The streets aint faithful, the streets ain't loyal
They use and abuse you, then lay you in soil
I used to pray to God for new cars and a fresh chain
Now I pray to God he keeps my family and my friends safe
I seen nerds get killed for tryna get brave
Actin bad like there aint no space for a spare grave
It hurts to see my people with a stressed face
Money buys happiness so man are tryna get paid (Paid)
Guilty by association
Guilty for my complications (For my complications)
Tryna do right by doin wrong
Im just a product of my environment
I got brothers six foot, they wont breathe again
I got some brothers locked in jail that wont be free again
You wont believe my stress, Im tryna feed my family and feed my friends
At the same time Im tryna feed my ends
I need to rest, lack of sleep got my head hurtin
Two shots so this Henny got my chest burnin
I know the feds lurkin all over my team like flies and shit
They locked up Cherio for over ten birthdays
My mum is like 'Son, get a nine to five'
I told her 'Thats for lazy people, mum, I work nine to nine'
I work nonstop, Im paid but I want more
Ive done a lot of winning but Ive lost more
My uncle Alan used to pop pills and drink beer
Then put on Elvis Presley songs and talk about religious things
His eyes were filled with pain and struggle
Just a alchy, thats still my favourite uncle
Crackhead Ian used to stand there with his homeless sign
Beggin 20p till he raise enough tophone a line
Crackhead Sue used to walk around in one crep
She ODd and died on that park bench, madness
I just consigned my YG an ounce of coke
To me an ounce aint nothin but to him thats an ounce of hope
I spend more time with trees in the grow house than I do my kids in my own house, crazy
Guilty by association (By association)
Guilty for my complications (For my complications)
Tryna do right by doin wrong (Oooh)
Im just a product of my environment
Guilty by association (By association)
Guilty for my complications (For my complications)
Tryna do right by doin wrong
Im just a product of my environment
Its the hocus pocus Harry James
But it made me who I am, Im guilty
Guilty
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