Lil B - Criminal Mind lyrics

[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