Criminals (feat. Lil Rice & Lu) Video (MV)

Rhymes are hot on the spot thats a lot for the plot
Money bot i am not have you thought whatchu got
Not money not power not owning a tower
Just people you can spend time with over an hour
People that are in your hair
People that are everywhere
People that give you air
People that put you in prayer
Not about the the drugs or poppin slugs
Don't like bugs but i like i the jugs
Little goose looking for daps and hugs
Spoiled shit thinks that he rolls with thugs
But that is okay it is not me
Not somethin for me to see
Have fun at the robbery
While im playin Mario on the Wii
Fake fake fake that's what you are
Dad bought you car and now you puffin a cigar
You are not making bread
It was your hard working parents instead
Make sure that they tuck you in bed
And make sure that your using your head
Listen to what i have said
You are lucky that you are not dead
It doesn't look good on paper
But these kids are just hooked on vapor
Have lots of fun with the scraper
For lungs you can call it a caper
So unoriginal callin yourself a criminal
Criminal criminal criminal criminal
Criminal criminal criminal
When I wake up I got killers on my side
223 Glocks drinking Henny getting fried
I don't want no checks she wanna f*ck me till I am dry
I ma criminal, rise my fingers to the sky
Yea I am getting high, don't you wanna die?
F*ck the police, put my hands around her thigh
F*ck the bullshit, eat that booty don't be shy
F*ck the gang shit, if your soul a butterfly
Acting very hard Are you motherf*cking frightening
Killing people now, God will never take you lightly
Be a bodyguard, you can Naruto run lightning
He don't want the pill, or another couple Hickey
I just want to chill, sleep motherf*cking nightly
We just want to chill, live motherf*cking brightly
You just want to love, hug father mother tightly
They just want to kill, cause their heart be empty
Chillin with my boys yeah Borges and rice
Hit the store don't need to ask the price
Haters in the grass but they tiny call them mice
I'm way too nice
Like harden with the euro
Your money sit at zero
Tell her to leave me alone aye flipp dinero
Check the stats
We ain't coming last
Cross country did the race at tay k I'm super fast
Yo Yo yo relax relax
Bro bro trust trust Okok my bad facts
Wagwan
Your rhymes make me yawn
Played your team like a pawn
Pasta with the Parmesan
Getting big out here
Haters disappear
Girls they reappear
Rhymes going hard just like Shakespeare
I'm a shooter though
Like my mama joe
Tryna steal my flow
Better Nize it yo