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letra de criminal mind - lil b

[intro]
i lived that life, yes
yes, beezy-b, beezy-b
i’m a criminal n-gga
that’s all i ever had lil n-gga
ask yourself, ask yourself…
am i really that bad, n-gga?

[verse 1]
you got choices, i ain’t gonna express my feelings
i’m a criminal n-gga, 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-t
its like i’m getting cold or it’s time i can’t deal with
a lot of n-ggas hate it that i speak on that real sh-t
i can’t be a felon putting time behind bars
n-gga 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-gga, don’t shave the scar
had a young life of crime getting money for cars
had so many cars
p-ss them out like cards
gettin’ 500, 700 a whip, a n-gga 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–ss
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 -ss
really can’t sleep good, feel i wanna punch gl-ss
how i get caught? not me i’m a criminal
feel like a whirlwind surrounding me, individual
didn’t learn the aftermath
yea, f-ck cl-ss
but the aftermath getting shadier than palm trees
cutting to my weed, getting high off my bomb weed
p-ss 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

[hook]

[verse 3]
money is the object, flossing is my problem
flossing get you f-cked up, flossing make you rob them
i even thought to shot ’em
the bay area, got to sleep with your eyes open
best n-gga 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-tches just to get on they knees
it’s gone c-m so it come fast, pick up the speed
cause the mayor’s taking pictures of streets
statistics got me f-cked up in the presence of heat
heat make it hotter, beat a n-gga -ss if he snitching on b
you can tell that n-gga scared he was scratching his spot
trying to get a friend again like he be having a rock
that’s why b-tches get clapped and caught you know who you is
real n-ggas survive the bout
i was locked up, that’s why i got out

[outro]
pray everynight
the pack n-gga
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-gga

- lil b

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