Video Guilt de The Alchemist 2025 Hip Hop Lyrics

The Alchemist - Guilt Lyrics

[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?)
[Chorus]
He not at all built (At all)
Type of nigga fuck around get us all killed (Get us hurt)
Cut out the same deck of cards we was all dealt
Quick to drop a hundred rounds like my dog Wilt (Grrt)
Niggas never needed y'all help (At all)
To all my niggas who know how life behind the wall felt (Solid)
Stood tall on some stilts now we all feel (What else?)
Gotta stay sturdy even when your dawg tilt

[Verse 2]
(You're not built for this) This what you call guilt (Uh-huh)
Them big V12 engines and butter-soft silks (Skrrt, skrrt)
Puling foreigns off the lot, this my tenth one (Tenth)
All my whores gorgeous, don't know which one to pick from
Elizabeth, I'm comin' to join you, this the big one (My baby)
Chain shortbus shorty so you know my wrist dumb
All these niggas be duckin' wreck, we be blitzed (Where they at?)
Was always a suspect and never the victim (For real)
Think these niggas must have forgot I was a ConCreature (Blockworks)
"Forever 227" is the motto (Uh-huh)
I let that forty-seven hit like the lotto (Gang, gang)
My brother Short be catchin' bricks from Chicago (What up, gang?)
Everybody digressing, I took the high road
Stepped on the 267 in my Wallos (Real life)
A million dollars worth of game out in Tuscon
The plug know my first name, my face is like a coupon
What else?
[Chorus]
He not at all built (Uh-huh)
Type of nigga fuck around get us all killed (Get us murked)
Cut out the same deck of cards we was all dealt
Quick to drop a hundred rounds like my dog Wilt (Grrt)
What else? Niggas never needed y'all help (At all)
Taught my niggas how life behind the wall felt (Stood tall)
Stood tall on some stilts, now we all feel (Uh-huh)
Gotta stay sturdy even when your dawg tilt (Blocks)