Guilty - Morrisson, Kelly Kiara

None of this was planned

But it made me who I am, I’m guilty

Guilty by association

Guilty for my complications (For my complications)

Tryna do right by doin' wrong

I’m just a product of my environment

Yo, yo, I’m too deep in the streets stuff

Me and Steve cuttin' thru' trees in the weed

Yo, My jewels look like they go sleep in the freezer

They got women screamin' «who's he?»

like a machine gun

Tell a hater «speak up», if not, shut your mouth

Man spend a bag on West and they claim that they shuttin' down

Three words, bunch of clowns, my life’s like a movie

Yo, chase a lambo like a hooptie

No time for groupies, no time for fake friends

I’ve never been the greedy type, nah, I always break bread

Never been the shook type,

Trap to feed my family, you trap for the ratings

My bro’s on some apeshit, don’t look at them and screw your face

It’s best you unscrew that before you lose your face

My young’un asked me for the price on a Z of coke

I told him '1017' like Gucci Mane

Fuck the drills, my team’s full of mobsters

We shot drugs, we shot man, man, we’re on stuff

As yute man we used to play conkers

Times flew by, we started bussin' off our shotguns

Then we started catchin' cases, man got locked up

Some got life, some got shook, and went and got jobs

That’s what the block does, it makes you or breaks you

When you’re down and out the streets won’t save you

The streets ain’t, the streets ain’t loyal

They use and abuse you, then lay you in soil

I used to pray to God for new cars and a fresh chain

Now I pray to God he keeps my family and my friends safe

I seen nerds get killed for tryna get brave

Actin' bad like there ain’t no space for a spare grave

It hurts to see my people with a stressed face

Money buys happiness so man are tryna get paid (Paid)

Guilty by association

Guilty for my complications (For my complications)

Tryna do right by doin' wrong

I’m just a product of my environment

I got brothers six foot, they won’t breathe again

I got some brothers locked in jail that won’t be free again

You won’t believe my stress, I’m tryna feed my family and feed my friends

At the same time I’m tryna feed my ends

I need to rest like a sleep, got my head hurtin'

Two shots so this Henny got my chest burning

I know the feds lurkin' all over my team like flies and shit

They locked up Cherio for over ten birthdays

My mum is like «Son, get a nine to five»

I told her «That's for lazy people, I work nine to nine»

I work nonstop, I’m paid but I want more

I’ve done a lot of winning but I’ve lost more

My uncle Alan used to pop pills and drink beer

Then put on Elvis Presley songs and talk about religious things

His eyes were filled with pain and struggle

, that’s still my favourite uncle

Crackhead Ian used to stand there with his homeless sign

Beggin' 20p till he raise enough to phone a line

Crackhead Sue used to walk around in one crep

She OD’d and died on that park bench, madness

I just consigned my YG an ounce of coke

To me an ounce ain’t nothin' but to him that’s an ounce of hope

I spend more time with trees in the grow house than I do my kids in my own

house, crazy

Guilty by association (By association)

Guilty for my complications (For my complications)

Tryna do right by doin' wrong (Oooh)

I’m just a product of my environment

Guilty by association (By association)

Guilty for my complications (For my complications)

Tryna do right by doin' wrong

I’m just a product of my environment

It’s the hocus pocus Harry James

But it made me who I am, I’m guilty

Guilty