Rashadd3x - Guilty Lyrics

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