Guilty Interlude

Verse 1 (Eto)

They kill the guilty
I’m dealing’ with guilt that kills me
Same shit
Alone in the room but I fill seats
I could've sung the blues on “Ill” street
I had to run the younger goons off kill streaks
His pops will appreciate it
My son was born in it he will not be initiated
And he will not be affiliated
We run the whole Team
Won’t be Pops with a bitch he faded
She’ll likely have him by the balls though
Cowboy hat daringer with the Marlboro
Wild west
Milk the game get the cow dressed
Yes
Blessed