Heart Of A Criminal
You see
If you're gonna survive
You got to make yourself God
You got to be fucking prepared to unleash Hell on those who oppose you
I'm talking about the worst parts of the Bible man
Fire and brimstone
Look at me
Look at me
If you ever
If you ever even think of betraying me
If you ever decide to cross that fucking line
I'll fucking bury you
You hear me?
Man, life's a game
Life's a game
It's a simple game
Chess
There's nothing wrong with taking a few pawns for the checkmate
'Cause there's more to the crime than the prize
There's the stage
The lights
It's all about the grand production
These streets is tough
They'll swallow you down man
If it's too easy
It it seems too easy something's wrong
If something seems wrong it usually is
I've been in the game for a long time
A few years
They know my name out here
So you a hot shot
That's what I hear, you a hot shot
You did a few gigs here and there
You moved a few bricks
You ain't shit
You ain't shit
Take a look at me
Look at me
Look at me
You see me?
I'm a hated man
Why?
Because I do whatever I want to do
I do whatever the fuck I want to do
Look at you
Look at you
There used to be a word called respect
But you don't know nothing about that
You don't know what the fuck that is
And take that cross off your neck
I'm your fucking God now
Nothing but criminals catching criminals
But you want to know what separates me from them?
Honesty
I'm honest with you
And I'm honest with myself
So you can call me a criminal
But I got a heart
And that's more than most
If you're gonna survive
You got to make yourself God
You got to be fucking prepared to unleash Hell on those who oppose you
I'm talking about the worst parts of the Bible man
Fire and brimstone
Look at me
Look at me
If you ever
If you ever even think of betraying me
If you ever decide to cross that fucking line
I'll fucking bury you
You hear me?
Man, life's a game
Life's a game
It's a simple game
Chess
There's nothing wrong with taking a few pawns for the checkmate
'Cause there's more to the crime than the prize
There's the stage
The lights
It's all about the grand production
These streets is tough
They'll swallow you down man
If it's too easy
It it seems too easy something's wrong
If something seems wrong it usually is
I've been in the game for a long time
A few years
They know my name out here
So you a hot shot
That's what I hear, you a hot shot
You did a few gigs here and there
You moved a few bricks
You ain't shit
You ain't shit
Take a look at me
Look at me
Look at me
You see me?
I'm a hated man
Why?
Because I do whatever I want to do
I do whatever the fuck I want to do
Look at you
Look at you
There used to be a word called respect
But you don't know nothing about that
You don't know what the fuck that is
And take that cross off your neck
I'm your fucking God now
Nothing but criminals catching criminals
But you want to know what separates me from them?
Honesty
I'm honest with you
And I'm honest with myself
So you can call me a criminal
But I got a heart
And that's more than most
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Writer(s): Isaac Pineda
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