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