Criminal
Woke up with dead bodies and bloody bruises
It's a couple of heads wobbling when guns intruded
They killed his friend up in cold blood and now they pursue him
They thought this man was a whole thug but he ain't ruthless
Bullets blast through his core front and left him clueless
But how he suffer this pure pain and keep it moving
His momma told him you'll be dead if you ever tryna dance with the devil
But he ain't scared he was hoping for a chance with the metal
After all the opposition had just dropped all his fellows
These bullets sing make your momma scream empty magazines
Off the lean savage in a teen had us off a bean
Heard a yunngin run the tongue But we ain't scared to spray a teen
With a m 18 nigga fuck you mean
Abandoned by my dad cuz he was running from the beams
Now my momma liver failing cuz she drinking
Evicted couple times inside the land of poverty
And we gon prolly end up missing
Momma ima Criminal
Momma I'm a criminal
Momma ima Criminal
Criminal, criminal
Momma I'm a criminal
Momma ima Criminal
Momma I'm a criminal
Criminal, Criminal
In the land where you'll get clapped for an attitude
Shoot them shots we shoot back at you
Now he rotting we stuffed his body in box like a packer do
Now my uncle done seen his cousin get turnt to a subject
Of a murder he was killed by his day one homie he trusted
Bullets gon give him concussions
His family stuck on a budget
Make sure you stay in the house Outside they mug you for nothing
My lil homie corrupted
His mom and dad teach him nothing
He staying broke to prove he rich with all his flexing and stunting
Walked through his door and they bussin
It hit his mother and brother
We got the hounds on the opps Satan got us killing each other
But that's the cycle we slide through your block like Michael
These bullets I call em NyQuil They sleep you and stop your vitals
I know you know my name cuz you can peep it through the eyehole
Ski mask on my face I wish my face could see a Bible
The ops I cannot blame em they gotta kill us for survival
But they'll never take the pedestal but they could try and die tho
Cuz momma ima Criminal
Momma ima Criminal
Momma I'm a criminal
Criminal, Criminal
Momma ima Criminal
Momma I'm a criminal
Momma ima Criminal
Criminal, Criminal
It's a couple of heads wobbling when guns intruded
They killed his friend up in cold blood and now they pursue him
They thought this man was a whole thug but he ain't ruthless
Bullets blast through his core front and left him clueless
But how he suffer this pure pain and keep it moving
His momma told him you'll be dead if you ever tryna dance with the devil
But he ain't scared he was hoping for a chance with the metal
After all the opposition had just dropped all his fellows
These bullets sing make your momma scream empty magazines
Off the lean savage in a teen had us off a bean
Heard a yunngin run the tongue But we ain't scared to spray a teen
With a m 18 nigga fuck you mean
Abandoned by my dad cuz he was running from the beams
Now my momma liver failing cuz she drinking
Evicted couple times inside the land of poverty
And we gon prolly end up missing
Momma ima Criminal
Momma I'm a criminal
Momma ima Criminal
Criminal, criminal
Momma I'm a criminal
Momma ima Criminal
Momma I'm a criminal
Criminal, Criminal
In the land where you'll get clapped for an attitude
Shoot them shots we shoot back at you
Now he rotting we stuffed his body in box like a packer do
Now my uncle done seen his cousin get turnt to a subject
Of a murder he was killed by his day one homie he trusted
Bullets gon give him concussions
His family stuck on a budget
Make sure you stay in the house Outside they mug you for nothing
My lil homie corrupted
His mom and dad teach him nothing
He staying broke to prove he rich with all his flexing and stunting
Walked through his door and they bussin
It hit his mother and brother
We got the hounds on the opps Satan got us killing each other
But that's the cycle we slide through your block like Michael
These bullets I call em NyQuil They sleep you and stop your vitals
I know you know my name cuz you can peep it through the eyehole
Ski mask on my face I wish my face could see a Bible
The ops I cannot blame em they gotta kill us for survival
But they'll never take the pedestal but they could try and die tho
Cuz momma ima Criminal
Momma ima Criminal
Momma I'm a criminal
Criminal, Criminal
Momma ima Criminal
Momma I'm a criminal
Momma ima Criminal
Criminal, Criminal
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Writer(s): Deanthony Gonzales
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