JoeyRat - Criminal State Of Mind lyrics

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