Guilty

My soul tied on the old side
Shawty come from Alabama so I think I wanna roll tide
I seen truth but I hold lies
And I got flows I been sitting on , like some cold fries
I spit heat can you feel that shit?
I hit the stage, grab the mic and I kill that shit
And shawty not really my type, but she is for the night
I’m getting high as kite, so I can drill that shit
But I ain’t thinking about love, I just wanna get a nut
Put them legs in the air, girl, and throw that ass up
If you scared, then it’s cool , I won’t chase, I won’t drool
I ain’t like them other niggas , girl, don’t call me a fool
I’m that same skinny nigga that you knew back in school
I ain’t put on a facade, just to try to be cool
If you tried to fuck my broads, why you try to be cool?
When them white folks see me , yeah they think that I’m rude
With this brown ass skin and these long ass dreads
If my ass slip up, that’s a call to the feds
Mama please pick up , hope it’s all in my head
In a small ass cell , in a small ass bed
Now I’m living in a hell, losing all that bread
Damn, losing all that bread
Man I coulda been a star, with that all star bread
Tryna meet a model bitch, and get that all star head
We can fuck in the car, or we can fuck on my bed
Turn into a pornstar when she start pulling on my dreads
Nature’s Own, how I’m tryna get the bread man
To each it’s own, if you rob to get ahead
I only dream of hitting licks, I ain’t built for that shit
But I’m equipped with this flow, and I’ll show you how to spit
Like my chest got mucus, and I’m tryna take a hit
Hit the blunt Heim, man peer pressure is a bitch
Now them thoughts in yo head that you never knew exist
And my thoughts so crazy it would drive you off a cliff
Will I ever really make it? Will I ever be rich?
Or will my bedroom be the pinnacle of my gift? If so nigga then kill me
Niggas see my face but they’ll never know the real me, you fucking feel me?
So instead of putting out bullshit, I was guilty of not going hard enough, so now I’m only giving out them full clips