Guilty (feat. Kelly Kiara)

Guilty by association Guilty for my complications (for my complications) Tryna do right by doin' wrong I'm just a product of my environment Yo, yo, I'm too deep in the streets stuff Me and Steve cuttin' through trees in the weed Yo, my jewels look like they go sleep in the freezer They got women screamin', "Who's he?" like a machine gun Tell a hater "Speak up", if not, shut your mouth Man spend a bag at West and they claim that they shuttin' down Three words, bunch of clowns, my life's like a movie Joe treats a Lambo' like a hooptie No time for groupies, no time for fake friends I've never been the greedy type, nah, I always break bread I've never been the shook type, glad I always take risks I trap to feed my family, you trap for the ratings My bro's on some apeshit, don't look at them and screw your face It's best you unscrew that shit before you lose your face My youngin asked me for the price on a Z of coke I told him "1017" like Gucci Mane Fuck the tunes I make, my team's full of mobsters We shot drugs, we shot man, blud, we're on stuff As yute man we used to play conkers And time 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 That's what the block does, it makes you or breaks you When you're down and out, the streets won't save you The streets ain't 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 ain't 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 Guilty by association Guilty for my complications (for my complications) Tryna do right by doin' wrong I'm just a product of my environment Yo, yo, I got brothers six foot, they won't breathe again I got some brothers locked in jail that won't be free again You won't believe my stress, I'm tryna feed my family and feed my friends At the same time I'm tryna feed my ends I need to rest like a sleep, got my head hurtin' Two shots so this Henny got my chest burning I know the feds lurkin' all over my team like flies and shit They locked up Cherio for over ten birthdays My mama's like, "Son, get a nine-to-five" I told her, "That's for lazy people, mom, I work nine-to-nine" I work nonstop, I'm paid but I want more I've done a lot of winning, but I've lost more My uncle Alan used to smoke crack then drink beer Then put on Elvis Presley songs and talk about religious things His eyes were filled with pain and struggle Just a crackhead, but that was still my favourite uncle Yeah, crackhead Ian used to stand there with his homeless sign Beggin' 20p 'til he raise enough to phone a line Crackhead Sue used to walk around in one crep She OD'd and died on that park bench, madness I just consigned my YG an ounce of coke To me an ounce ain't nothin' but to him that's 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 (ooh) I'm just a product of my environment Guilty by association (by association) Guilty for my complications (for my complications) Tryna do right by doin' wrong I'm just a product of my environment None of this was planned But it made me who I am, I'm guilty Guilty