Criminal Mind - Lil B

I lived that life, yes

I’m a criminal nigga

That’s all I ever had lil nigga

Ask yourself, ask yourself…

Am I really that bad, nigga?

You got choices, I ain’t gonna express my feelings

I’m a criminal nigga, 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 shit

Its like I’m getting cold or it’s time I can’t deal with

A lot of niggas hate it that I speak on that real shit

I can’t be a felon putting time behind bars

Nigga 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 nigga, don’t shave the scar

Had a young life of crime getting money for cars

Had so many cars

Pass them out like cards

Gettin' 500, 700 a whip, a nigga still emotionally scarred

The answers of a criminal, the voice of a boss

Now the Next question where is the floss

I’m a dumb-ass

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 ass

Really can’t sleep good, feel I wanna punch glass

How I get caught?

Not me I’m a criminal

Feel like a whirlwind surrounding me, individual

Didn’t learn the aftermath

Yea, fuck class

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 suck 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

Money is the object, flossing is my problem

Flossing get you fucked up, flossing make you rob them

I even thought to shot 'em

The Bay Area, got to sleep with your eyes open

Best nigga 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 bitches 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 fucked up in the presence of heat

Heat make it hotter, beat a nigga ass if he snitching on B

You can tell that nigga scared he was scratching his spot

Trying to get a friend again like he be having a rock

That’s why bitches get clapped and caught you know who you is

Real niggas survive the bout

I was locked up, that’s why I got out

Pray everynight

The Pack nigga

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 nigga