[Intro]
I lived that life, yes
Yes, Beezy-B, Beezy-B
I'm a criminal n***a
That's all I ever had lil n***a
Ask yourself, ask yourself...
Am I really that bad, n***a?
[Verse 1]
You got choices, I ain't gonna express my feelings
I'm a criminal n***a, close door to healing
I guess I'm used to seeing close door to willing
Now I'm getting reps, haters all on that ill sh**
Its like I'm getting cold or it's time I can't deal with
A lot of n***as hate it that I speak on that real sh**
I can't be a felon putting time behind bars
n***a I been ghost riding putting mine over yours
Plus the pen ghost writing putting time behind bars
And I'm really kind of sick and I ain't got no SARS
I'm a criminal n***a, don't shave the scar
Had a young life of crime getting money for cars
Had so many cars
Pa** them out like cards
Gettin' 500, 700 a whip, a n***a still emotionally scarred
The answers of a criminal, the voice of a boss
Now the Next question where is the floss
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm a dumb-a**
Got caught up, couldn't run fast
Now I'm in the back of squad cars going dumb fast
Just over money, now I feel I want to dump cash
After effects of my high, I feel like a drunk a**
Really can't sleep good, feel I wanna punch gla**
How I get caught? Not me I'm a criminal
Feel like a whirlwind surrounding me, individual
Didn't learn the aftermath
Yea, f** cla**
But the aftermath getting shadier than palm trees
Cutting to my weed, getting high off my bomb weed
Piss on my self, feel like a disgrace, to my mom's seed
Feel like a criminal, I guess It's what the law needs
After effects like the X, go s** it
Or listen to my music, parents had no discussion
I'm a closed off writer, no eating at supper
I'm a criminal, hate it or love it
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Money is the object, flossing is my problem
Flossing get you f**ed up, flossing make you rob them
I even thought to shot 'em
The Bay Area, got to sleep with your eyes open
Best n***a put you to sleep, with your eyes open
Watch the whole deed
Look sad how it revolve around money and weed
Plus the boss for the b**hes just to get on they knees
It's gone cum so it come fast, pick up the speed
Cause the mayor's taking pictures of streets
Statistics got me f**ed up in the presence of heat
Heat make it hotter, beat a n***a a** if he snitching on B
You can tell that n***a scared he was scratching his spot
Trying to get a friend again like he be having a rock
That's why b**hes get clapped and caught you know who you is
Real n***as survive the bout
I was locked up, that's why I got out
[Outro]
Pray everynight
The Pack n***a
Big ups, L on the beats
All the people who supported me through that hard time
You know who you were and I love you for that
Am I really that bad?
I ain't a criminal n***a