Guilty

I'm not looking for love I'm looking for gloves I left my prints on the cup I'm guilty as fuck I can't stop thinking about The blood in her mouth And every time I figure it out I'm waiting around I'm getting real sick of myself And holding a belt I'm tired of fucking ducking from twelve And hiding from wealth Cause I just wanna burn the cash She shaking her ass I'm tryna fit a Glock in the bag Right next to the tabs And all black diamonds that shine On top of the nine And papers saying all of it's mine I'm taking my time And that's the fucking problem I got I stand on the block Fucked up, planning to plot I do it a lot I don't got the age to spare I'm far from there Kept all the souvenirs To prove I cared And that shit got me where I'm still right here Talking to a kick and snare So stop and stare Dreaming bout Louis bags That's filled with cash Fuck that shit you had Cause nothing lasts I need shrooms and gas I'm cool with acid Anything else I pass I keep it classy Bitch I'm smoking crazy Not too far from eighty Twenty-one got six more years to make it Say that shit but twenty-one's amazing I done seen a lot of lives taken Moved to Southside like fuck a basement Never been okay with my location Always felt like all my seconds wasted Get up out this state and then I'll make it Give it time and I'm that motherfucker Never lied when I said that I loved her Never lied when I said that's my brother Only thing I'm trusting is my cutter Toss the keys just bring me back Bacardi Damn who got some dope up in this party Stash upstairs I know that I ain't lost it She ask am I high I tell her hardly Hold my liquor better than my temper I get way too stressed around December Memories been fucking up my mental Complicated tryna keep it simple I been fucking up I'll be fine if I can keep the money up Thinking bout it way too much it start to fuck my stomach up I don't beef with nobody baby we can cut it up I'm the O one there won't ever be a runner up Ode to the ones that I lost in the process Did what I could what I want in the context Try to show love when I can I don't talk much They gone come round by the time that I'm bossed up Rocking shit I dropped a bag on like it ain't cost much I don't ever keep the tags on it if I bought some Hit the blunt or take a shot baby it's a toss up Asking why I keep the mask on me like I robbed some You and me could match the twin Glocks go and pop some Text on my phone telling me I need to drop some Shouts out to Boston bitch shouts out to Runtz Smoking this shit got me high as the sun Keep making music and killing my lungs I need at least a few m's when I'm done Guess I don't feel you don't mean that I'm numb I'm just suppressing this shit with this rum