Lil B — Criminal Mind

[Intro] I lived that life, yes Yes, Beezy-B, Beezy-B I'm a criminal nigga That's all I ever had lil nigga Ask yourself, ask yourself... Am I really that bad, nigga? [Verse 1] 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 [Hook] [Verse 2] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 [Outro] 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