Guilt Boldy James & The Alchemist

[Intro]
Ali (Ali oxen free)
You know what these niggas could never say about me?
(What's that?) Is I did it off their scorecard
It's all Blocks (Bo Jack)
All Jackson (Yeah, that way)
Let's get it (227)

[Verse 1]
Hundred a G (Yeah), 'member I got fronted the key ('Member)
'Fore the bag came, my gas tank was under the E (Empty)
Life took a ill turn on that Sunderland spree (Sunderland)
Now I'm fuckin' Miss Willburn from My Brother and Me (Haha)
With a grey book, pay me to babysit, I had to stay put (Still)
Only thing a nigga cared about is what the yay took (That's all)
Powder on her face like she putting on some makeup (Uh-huh)
Beforе I had a Rollo, it was Technos and Jacobs (What?)
Papi came from the bill off thе Hellblock (Bah)
Brought the Sig Sau', I wish I would have had the twelve-shot (Yeah)
Tricked himself off the street, now he on that cell block (Damn)
In the clink beatin' off his dick on that jail cot (Fucked up)
Tryna get back these fifty racks in the Belmont (Big fifty)
Came through pitchin' cracks in the trap through the mail slot (Yeah)
Dale got murdered on the Craft, he was really him (Real bro)
Seen my first twenty thou' cash 'fore they did him in (Bunkies)
On the Mile, takin' out niggas who get him in (Where we at?)
Get found face down floatin' in the river bend (Bah)
Put in the call through my nigga Quinn (Q-Ball)
We done seen it all, been through it all, through the thick and thin (Real life)
Log leaning with his F&N (Log)
Off a double cup of Maxwell House, call it special blend (Pour up)
Come to that murder gang, they know we pressure-fit (Real)
Still in the kitchen swirlin' 'caine like a peppermint (What else?)