Guilty

Okay Niggas wanna play huh, I'm chilling smoking on that pack, aye this bitch on speaker my bad You already know what I was doing, I'm in the studio like I'm always doing man get off my phone I don't know where my pain went, this bitch looking at me, it look like she heaven sent I've been guilty for my pain, I'm all in I been searching for these hoes, they calling On this road all alone, don't know where to go or who to turn to This smoke I breathe, I bet this enhale concerns you You niggas can't help me, I just got my head hurting bad, plus I'm unhealthy Okay, let me take you back to the times, the times I could rewind If it wasn't for the studio the grind, you know we bust a nigga head for trying Don't feel discouraged, you just got hit up Ohh On the floor, leaking his body drop Got his momma on his hands till his heart stop, his heart stop Now we spassing out in a wide body Yeah, your bitch pass her to my homie, said she got a wide body I don't know where my pain went, yea this bitch looking at me, and she's heaven sent I been guilty for my pain, yeah, I'm all in Searching for these hoes, yeah, they calling On this road, don't know where to go or who to turn to smoke I breathe, I bet this enhale concerns you Yeah, my pain, it been hurting so hard You move right quick, you better keep your guard (up) Don't want you stab me in my back That bitch, that snatch my chain, bet I get you whacked huh Bet, I get you whacked Bet, I get you gone, Gone, yeaa Huh Bet I get you gone You bitches think I'm stupid, all you bitches want is money You'll end a nigga life, it ain't even funny Got them drums, got them two-two-threes, what you wanna do Got my youngin in the back, and he ready to cook some soup Got this pack hot, got this pack hot And we rolling to the morning till my pack gone