The Guilt - Willie the Kid, Bronze Nazareth

Ayo son check it out, man

Remember that nigga with your boy?

With the work, with the bricks and all that man?

Hold on, with the 13 joint?

With the 13K?

Nigga!

He got it bro, I seen, wanted the weight

Alright, so lets get this team together

Fuck that, we need this bread nigga

Go in there and bust these niggas

Hold up, call K, and Luke

Let’s get these niggas dog

Let’s go

Hey handle your business, the correct way though

Let’s knock the living daylights out these niggas

And get this cake

Bring that fire back

Whenever a day goes by that I don’t hear the sound of the hunter’s gun

Whenever a night goes by that I don’t hear the sound of the siren scream

Taught him everything he knows from how to roll a blunt

To cook cocaine

To break his Glock down to pieces

Absentee father, his big brother, became his life’s thesis

A reference, wide-eyed

His mother consulted the reverend

Revered in the hood amongst other adolescents

Misguided

Oblivious to certain lessons

He don’t give a fuck, turn that trap music back up

Polo everything

Fuck school

Educated on the corner

Driven by the paper

Specialize in petty crime

Nickel and dimeing

He overheard his brother talking

About some niggas on the north, niggas shining

Trained to be a spot rusher

It’s all verbal though

In actuality he never let his gun off

Ran off

Told his little man about the plan

Trying to beat his big brother to the chase

Just to make him proud

Sipping Henny straight

All he smoke is loud

He’s nervous

Headed to the other side of town

Him and his man masked up, kicked the door down

Screaming 'Where the money at?

Nigga where the work at?'

Unexperienced, when the shots flew, he caught two

Laid dead, his friend shot, he pulled through

Misguided, mistaking bullshit for treasure

His mother

Blamed his older brother

Forever

The Guilt