Guilty Conscience

By GrindHard E

On GrindHard Grease

Released on January 11, 2021

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[Intro]

(It's a Wayne beat)

(His name’s Pablo)


[Verse 1: GrindHard E]

Woke up gettin' high, tryna chase my high from the last night

Me, exotic, and the Tris had a bad fight

Good Intentions Vlone tryna cross out the bad vibes

Bad habits, paid seven-fifty for a lil' five

Woke up, started my day with a deuce, I’m a lil' high

Poured half the pop out, poured the drank in a lil' Sprite

Okay, you rolled a lil' 'Wood, you a lil' high

.223s, 5.56s, 7.62s, we don't play with 9s

I'm not regular, if I say I’m blowin’ gas, then it's 89

VIP everywhere we go, we don’t wait in lines

Talk all— alright

Talk all that shit you want, touch me, you must be ready to die

Call my niggas up, nah, I ain't gotta call 'em

I ain't gotta call ’em 'cause they always ready to slide

Every time they see us all together, they be petrified

Every time they see us out now, they be mesmerized

Next time a nigga try some bullshit, I ain't lettin' it slide

I don't never let the beat breathe, fuck it, let it ride

Just jumped on the highway, I-75

Just jumped on the highway, I-75

I be hittin' the road, you be ridin' around the city gettin' high


[Verse 2: Wayne616]

You ain't really gettin' money, you just gettin' by

I just poured a four up, lil' nigga, you just poured a line

I'm really in the streets, why you niggas still inside?

Okay, if it's just business, let me go get a suit and tie

Niggas tryna catch up, but I just hit the finish line

E done drunk all of his drank, but I ain't finish mine

I grinded for everything I got, it just took me time

And I ain't in this shit for nothin', nigga, I bet you I get me mine

Nigga, how you broke on your ass and you ain't even tryin'?

Your kids don't even respect you 'cause they know you lyin'

I could put the strap down, knuckle up, and put hands to you

It's some pape' on your head, boy, have your mans do you

Nigga better not react when that fan to him

So much love, they might find out that a fan blew him


[Verse 3: GrindHard E]

Shot him in the head

Shot him in his head, he lookin' like the white boy off of Scary Movie

They ain't never had no eyewitness said they seen Eric shootin'

I'm 'bout to do turnaround, I'm finna go holler at Barry Tuesday