Guilty Songtext
von Grafh

Yeah, bro
Guilty by association
It ain′t have to be my plan
Guilty by association
Am I guilty by association?
My affiliation
But I can heal a nation
Why am I guilty by association?
Guilty by association

I'm surrounded by the bangers

I′m surrounded by the gangsters
I'm surrounded by the murderers
I'm surrounded by the burglars
I′m supposed to be a scholar

But I dropped up out of college

Just to play the block and make them dirty, dirty
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollars
I′m a diamond in the rough


I just need a little polish
Non-believers blocking my progress
But I told my momma I promise
I said I'm gon′ retire you
It'll be all good again
It′ll be all good again
It could've been, but she lost faith in me
When I lost the house that I put her in
My momma homeless, sleeping on the floor
My momma sleeping on the floor

Can′t get what she needed from the store
The kids are eating more than we could afford
And with me what you see is a star
But I'm in the street with the raw

Ain't nobody putting me on the tar
I became the guy the industry couldn′t ignore
Just cause I be surrounded by real ones
That they was afraid of
They ain′t wanna get stuck with me
So I kept hearing that I'm blackballed
In the industry, niggas ain′t fuck with me

What you see is just a G that stay sucka free
But that ain't everybody cup of tea
You sold your soul, what′s the fee?
It look like a fucking pay stub to me
And the DJs in my city don't support
But I′m respected by all of my peers

I get so lost in my work that my real friends
I ain't call them in years


I don't spend enough time with my son
When I leave, I be leaving my daughter in tears
And my momma still working
She stand so she can′t walk up the stairs
And I′m still fighting to be heard
I love the music, hate the business of it
Slim and 50 had some type of issue
When my name got caught up in the middle of it
I wasn't in the music business yet

That was way, way before me
It′s two grown men business
Till this day, I don't know the whole story
I ain′t never ask about it, I'm deadass about it
I ask y′all why it gotta be like that?

I just make music for the people
I don't fuck with the industry like that

Cause I got so much talent and y'all front
Like y′all ain′t feeling me like that
Well I can't be beat like that
I fall down and land on my feet like that
That′s real

Guilty by association, guilty by association
Guilty by association, guilty by association
I was tryna feed the nation-tion, no retaliation
Guilty by association, guilty by association
Guilty by association, guilty by association
I ain't even, I ain′t even, I ain't even
Guilty by association, guilty by association

All I had was two choices

Either go to hell or get in prison

I elevated different
Built my dream and pulled the elevator in it

Momma looking in my eyes
She said that she could tell the way I′m living

I was selling weight and bitching
Lying like I'm working, getting paid commission
Nah, I had to go get it

Had to go get it myself
This game is blood, sweat, God's blessing
Plus the cash to invest in yourself
Then I got a deal with Sony

I thought I gave them the best of myself
I gave them the autographed album

That shit got left on the shelf
Then I signed a deal with Roc-A-Fella
I swear to God, I thought we stepped into wealth
Dame Dash signed Kanye West to myself
But I still got left with the hilts
Just another wound that started bleeding
Before we got cozy, shit, we started leaving
Cause before the ink dried on that deal
Jay-Z and Dame started beefing
Now again I get caught in the middle

Ain′t nothing left to say
When they split, Kanye left with Jay

Out of loyalty, I left with Dame

Then I signed a deal with Def Jam
Thinking all the stress was getting swept away
But then Jay-Z became president
But Jay-Z and Dame beef was left the same
Now that deal fell apart, that deal fell apart
It was out of my hands

Now it′s back to the block hard
Now it's back ducking cop cars, not in my plans
Now I gotta take a stand
Got two kids, I gotta be a man, gotta feed the fam

Then I made Break the Goons Out, oh that gotta be the jam

I had the radio on fire
I′m like "Huh, you gotta read the scans"
With all these spins and Ebro didn't add it?
The PD said this gotta be a scam
Something′s fishy
Somebody gotta be blocking you
Somebody gotta be stopping you
Somebody dropping new obstacles
Somebody knocking you
Somebody lied to you

Let a man try us, went separate ways
We don't even bond no more

Kay Slay put me on, he don′t play my songs no more

I lost a couple real friends, we don't get along no more
The weight of the world on my shoulders, I don't want it on no more

I don′t know what to feel
I don′t know what's right or wrong no more
If you got any type of heart
You know it′s not a song no more

All I wanted was the love
All I wanted was the love
All I wanted was the love, yeah

All I wanted was the love

All I wanted was the love
I'm just tryna feed my babies, baby
Maybe all I wanted was the grub
Daddy didn′t raise me
When I seen a nigga, all I wanted was a hug
Rap money, slow song trapping
Nigga, all I wanted was the plug
Momma sleeping on the floor
Nigga, really all I wanted was a rug
Guilty, yeah

Guilty by association, guilty, guilty
Guilty by association, guilty by association
Am I guilty by association?
Guilty by association