Verse 1
Meet me at the corner liquor store around 4
Make sure you bring a bat. cause were breakin' down the door
Maybe if I could rap, I wouldn't have to steal
We robbin' with some fake guns, its so f**in' surreal
My pockets hurtin' bad, I'm just tryin' to make em heel
Life is harder than a rock, but I got nerves of steel
The world is a monstrocity
We all livin' in poverty
Will I ever be successfull probably
But failure has gotten me
To where I am today
Mind of a criminal ready to shoot away
President obama is who I f**in' blame
The balls in my court b**h, its not a f**in game
He's out shootin' hoops, I'm out shootin' locks
Opening doors with my semi-auto co*ked Glocks
Times runnin' out, so I grabbed an extra clock
Got shot in the back by obama where's my doc
I'm sick of this life, I'm sick of this office
Its like a bad wife, they think there all bosses
I elect donald trump, as the next president
Maybe then I will be hesitant to rob another resident
I'll create a new testament, to let him in
He'll better than. Ever man
Take my f**in word
Really grab it out my a**. I'm talkin' sh** like a tird
Hated obama every second that I'm almost on my third
Chorus:
Criminal. State of mind
Has me f**in' blind
Tell president obama shove it up his behind
If I needed 50 cents to take a sh**
I would have to puke
Every word I spit is legit
And that's the f**in truth
Motherf**er
Verse 2
I rob things, its my blood like hodgkins
But I don't do d**, and you shouldn't either
Life or d**h. I want niether
I just need to take a breath. Cause I think I need a breather
I remember fifth grade, detention after cla** everyday from the sh** I made
I made kids cry by spittin' in there face
I had a crush on the teacher, I saw myself in love
My lil pepe gettin hard. I thought I could rise above
I was wrong, now I'm here writin' this song
I just wish my dick was as long
Back then as it is today
Take a grain a salt for every stupid f**ing thing I say
I'mma beast, gettin criminally charged for murdering these beats
I'm coverin' up hoes underneat my sheets
I don't give f**, I do what I please
So get the f** out my house and give me back the keys
We've been experiencing. Trouble in the neighborhood
They sayin kids like me. Ain't doin' any good
Well then leave your f**in' house
And get the f** up out of my town
Life here is a b**h and I stripped her of her night gown
When I come around. Better turn the other way
If you try to runaway. b**h your gonna have pay
Now clear your ear wax and listen to what I'm about to say