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' through 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 at West and they claim that they shuttin' down
Three words, bunch of clowns, my life's like a movie
Joe treats 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
I've never been the shook type, glad I always take risks
I 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 shit before you lose your face
My youngin asked me for the price on a Z of coke
I told him "1017" like Gucci Mane
Fuck the tunes I make, my team's full of mobsters
We shot drugs, we shot man, blud, we're on stuff
As yute man we used to play conkers
And time 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 faithful, 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
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 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 mama's like, "Son, get a nine-to-five"
I told her, "That's for lazy people, mom, 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 smoke crack then drink beer
Then put on Elvis Presley songs and talk about religious things
His eyes were filled with pain and struggle
Just a crackhead, but that was still my favourite uncle
Yeah, crackhead Ian used to stand there with his homeless sign
Beggin' 20p 'til 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 (ooh)
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
None of this was planned
But it made me who I am, I'm guilty
Guilty