Mama, I'm Sorry
Mama, I'm a criminal
Mama, I'm a criminal
Damn, DJ, you go crazy
Mama, I'm a criminal
I'm tryna tell them folks what's up right now, I know they hate it
I told my mama, don't worry about me, cause I got it now
I see them snakes up in the grass, so I cut it down
I cut it down, dawg, I cut it down, dawg
Yeah, mama, I'm sorry, yeah, I'm a criminal
I'm a criminal, yeah, I'm a criminal
Speaking of, my folks gonna make me a criminal, yeah
Criminal, yeah, I'm a criminal
Speaking of, my family's gonna leave you lying
On the ground, and that's on God
Mama, I'm sorry, yeah, I'm a criminal
I'm a criminal, yeah, I'm a criminal
He telling folks that he want me dead, like
Oh no, yeah, oh no
I'm sliding on the beat like I be sliding in that bentley truck
It was just me and my brother, we tryna get it back now (Vonte)
I see hate in their eyes now
I see hate in their smiles
He been hating on me since I was a lil' jit
I was tryna get it out the block, I ain't lyin
Shawty text my phone, talking bout she wanna suck me up
Lil' baby pull through, I'ma nut and then you gon' dip
They started saying that I'm kinda crazy, now I'm brazy, uh
I got the eyes of a killer, so don't look me in my eyes
My brother told me, boy, you better not crash out by that nigga
Mama, I'm sorry, yeah, I'm a criminal
Criminal, yeah, I'm a criminal
Speaking of, my folks gon' make me a criminal, yeah
Criminal, yeah, criminal
Speaking of, my family's gonna leave you lying
On the ground, and that's on God
Mama, I'm sorry, yeah, I'm a criminal
Criminal, yeah, I'm a criminal
I'm bout to boost the murder rate inside my city
I caught him lacking at the corner store, you know that's it
I promise you, if he lacking, then I'ma up my glock
He talking bout he never lacking, now look at you now
You ain't got your toolie on your dog, what you gon' do, uh
One shot, two shot, yeah, he dead now
I done committed a crime, now I'm a criminal
Now they saying I'm wrong, but I'm not really wrong
He said that he wanted me dead, now he dead now
Mama, I'm sorry, yeah, I'm a criminal
Criminal, yeah, I'm a criminal
Speaking of, my folks gon' make me a criminal, yeah
Criminal, yeah, criminal
Speaking of, my family's gonna leave you lying
On the ground, and that's on God
Mama, I'm sorry, yeah, I'm a criminal
Criminal, yeah, I'm a criminal
Mama, I'm a criminal
Damn, DJ, you go crazy
Mama, I'm a criminal
I'm tryna tell them folks what's up right now, I know they hate it
I told my mama, don't worry about me, cause I got it now
I see them snakes up in the grass, so I cut it down
I cut it down, dawg, I cut it down, dawg
Yeah, mama, I'm sorry, yeah, I'm a criminal
I'm a criminal, yeah, I'm a criminal
Speaking of, my folks gonna make me a criminal, yeah
Criminal, yeah, I'm a criminal
Speaking of, my family's gonna leave you lying
On the ground, and that's on God
Mama, I'm sorry, yeah, I'm a criminal
I'm a criminal, yeah, I'm a criminal
He telling folks that he want me dead, like
Oh no, yeah, oh no
I'm sliding on the beat like I be sliding in that bentley truck
It was just me and my brother, we tryna get it back now (Vonte)
I see hate in their eyes now
I see hate in their smiles
He been hating on me since I was a lil' jit
I was tryna get it out the block, I ain't lyin
Shawty text my phone, talking bout she wanna suck me up
Lil' baby pull through, I'ma nut and then you gon' dip
They started saying that I'm kinda crazy, now I'm brazy, uh
I got the eyes of a killer, so don't look me in my eyes
My brother told me, boy, you better not crash out by that nigga
Mama, I'm sorry, yeah, I'm a criminal
Criminal, yeah, I'm a criminal
Speaking of, my folks gon' make me a criminal, yeah
Criminal, yeah, criminal
Speaking of, my family's gonna leave you lying
On the ground, and that's on God
Mama, I'm sorry, yeah, I'm a criminal
Criminal, yeah, I'm a criminal
I'm bout to boost the murder rate inside my city
I caught him lacking at the corner store, you know that's it
I promise you, if he lacking, then I'ma up my glock
He talking bout he never lacking, now look at you now
You ain't got your toolie on your dog, what you gon' do, uh
One shot, two shot, yeah, he dead now
I done committed a crime, now I'm a criminal
Now they saying I'm wrong, but I'm not really wrong
He said that he wanted me dead, now he dead now
Mama, I'm sorry, yeah, I'm a criminal
Criminal, yeah, I'm a criminal
Speaking of, my folks gon' make me a criminal, yeah
Criminal, yeah, criminal
Speaking of, my family's gonna leave you lying
On the ground, and that's on God
Mama, I'm sorry, yeah, I'm a criminal
Criminal, yeah, I'm a criminal
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Writer(s): Donye Johnson
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