Letras
Is it a crime
Is it a crime
That I still want you
And I want you to want me too
Is it a crime
That I'm trying to make a way by flipping all this work
I ain't never scared I load my gun 'cause I ain't go to church
Been in the streets so long and living wrong it got me feeling cursed
You ever had to suit up in all black and go and put in work
You ever came up from a gram of hard and had to make it work
I fell in love with motion my trap jump it ain't even the first
Won't take a play for granted they came through when my pocket was hurting
When I re-up I don't need a plug it's a grower I'm serving
Serving all these niggas 16 zips but now it's 16 bars
A nigga came a long way from back then I used to break in cars
Really having all these bags won't catch me serving out no jars
You fuckin' up that work so I won't front him I'ma let him starve
If you out of bounds or get caught slipping you smoked like cigars
Fully AR-P I swing the stick just like I play guitars
Ain't have the best hand at it but saw aces when I play my cards
Ran it up by serving nicks and dimes made a quick twenty large
Ain't no squares inside my circle they ain't hood enough
I came up on that side of town the city think ain't good enough
Switch up on my bros that's something I won't ever do for what
Thinking this shit sweet but if it's beef then we gon' line you up
Devil in disguise but it creep out when I get mad
Had 'em thinking shit was good til' we pulled up and did 'em bad
Yeah money is the timing I put time in for the shit I had
I can't trust a bitch 'cause for the hoes these niggas goin' sad
Not just anybody in these streets I gotta watch my back
Seen niggas lose focus out here loafin' end up getting smacked
Did a lot of shit I know these niggas trying to get me back
Every move strategic I'm just trying to see a bigger bag
On god this ain't no facade
I seen so many things so drifting off to sleep is hard
Been trying to heal these wounds that's in my back a nigga scarred