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I ain't guilty my nigga

I ain't guilty

These thoughts might be filthy

But nigga I ain't guilty

I ain't guilty my nigga

I ain't guilty

Don't put me behind bars cause nigga I ain't guilty. (x2)

Verse 1:

I'm too blunt when I'm in these blunts

I'm wit my dogs fucking bitches

And I'm stuntin on cunts

I'm a god, compare me to Jesus peace

She want a piece of Jesus

But there is danger in his peace

Materialistic wealth

Creept up on us like stealth

Look within yourself

So you can seek the truth

Open your third eye as eye brows the web for truth

I ain't guilt compare me to Zimmerman nigga

Pardon my sarcasm but I'm killing you niggas

For the figures and I wouldn't mind fucking gold diggers .. Uhh

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Verse 2:

Where should I start

I really got too much to tell

Should I drive past my past

Or drink from this fountain to propel

To the future who are you ta judge me?

How the fuck you got an opinion with no money?

Uhh, You selling Knicks my nigga

Spike lee

But N.igga I. K.ill E.everything

That's word to N.I.K.E

I "just do it" wit these acronyms

I'm so loyal to my niggas I'on't act on em

N.W.M the motto, The Family

Blow cookin Blow

But I'm trying win the lottery

Caesar didn't have a cagier

Cassius boxed him in

So i want my moms to be proud of me

As she watch me win Uhh

I ain't Guilty . . . T' Lo

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