Guilt Lyrics

(Mm, yeah yeah yeah)

I've been living with this guilt for a minute

Blood spilled, I been popping, I've been mixing

Real red, real red what I'm sipping (sipping drink)

Real friends to the end got no limit (fuck you think)

Never lie to my bitch

If I did I'd admit it

If I'd get away with murder

Take my - and I'd commit it

Trying to stack my hundred dollar bills up to the ceiling

Baby do you know this feeling

Baby do you know this feeling

I'm trying to build something bigger than rap

But I can't talk about that because my line's still tapped

Look at me Mama, how about now

I remember stealing out the lost and found

Grocery store, jacking something to eat (mm)

Now it's new exclusives on my feet

This Dior jacket just feeling right to me

And if I die, all my killers gonna ride for me

(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah)

And I didn't do no wrong (yeah yeah yeah)

I've been living with this guilt for a minute

Blood spilled, I been popping, I've been mixing (mix it up)

Real red, real red what I been sipping (in my cup)

Real friends to the end got no limit (fuck yeah)

Never lie to my bitch

If I did I'd admit it

If I'd get away with murder

Take my - and I'd commit it

Milligrams on my mind, got no feelings (popping pills)

I'm tryna live long enough to make a killing (get a mill)

Look at me, mama, how about now

I was never the same, I learned the cost of a pound

(Watch for the snakes, they be laying on the ground)

It be your friends trying to fill you up with rounds

No, I never looked back

Do you ever get the feeling they gon' stab you in your back

Mm, I might bust a pack, oh, I might bust a pack

So tell me would you lie to me,

And if I die, all my killers gonna ride for me, yeah yeah

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

And I didn't do no wrong, mm mm

I've been living with this guilt for a minute

Blood spilled, I been popping I've been mixing

Real red, real red what I'm sipping (sip sip)

Real friends to the end got no limit (God damn)

Never lie to my bitch

If I did I'd admit it

If I'd get away with murder

Take my - and I'd commit it

Look at me, Mama, how about now

I get a bag and I turn it around