Criminal Minded

See I ain't a, I ain't one to back down, you know?

Like my good friend uh, Tony Montana would say, "Fuck that!"

I walk around with a devilish grin like I don't give a fuck

What you gon' do when the cops come home?

All the rooms where the pots been growin'

And all the stoves where the pots been boilin'

Like the cops ain't knowin'

You think I'd be that fuckin' cocky

They'd a been done caught me

And I'd be doin' five to ten if I'd a been that sloppy

See I'm a smooth motherfucker like Machete on the boards

No more leavin' town, my P.O. gon' expect me to report

I got this cool lil' bitch I molded into a hustler

See she a cool lil' chick but honestly I'd never trust her

I used to lock in the room, baggin' weed and countin' pills

Used to send up to Reno with some counterfeit bills

And shit was cool until I found out information was leakin'

I used to break a fifteen-hundred for a six-grand weekend

See that was more than generous just to drop off goods

And top off hoods, thirteen months, knock on wood

I gotta slow down, relax, I done got too anxious

Yeah it's true they some white boys but they some full-blown gangstas

That ain't even what I'm aimin' for, shit what would I be bangin' for?

I got this money on my mind, for three months I've been layin' low

I ain't just sayin' so, I moved to LA

Give it four months and I was back in the Bay

Left my bank account a nice lil'

Cushion from all the nights I was pushin'

And while the vice wasn't lookin' had China White in there cookin'

Put everything into my sister's name, time for me to go back

But you ain't got a sister, COGG, yeah but they don't know that

I'm a fuckin' genius, plus I ain't too scared to admit it

Plus they know I ain't gon' quit until I get all up in it

Now I didn't get all up in it for crumbs, haha

I signed up to get me all that spinach

Not to wind up with my money on my sleeve

Mines up in blue chips, real money indeed

Loose lips sink ships if it ain't got roots

Why the fuck you think X and I make cahoots?

And the fuck you think Cogg is pullin' up with D-Bug with the message?

And the message is clear, you motherfuckers better ease up

Word is the west coast on a motherfuckin' re-up

It's busters downs and motherfuckin' G's up

Lord Jesus, lowkey don't hurt 'em no more, haha

What the fuck you think the forty-four for?

It ain't pretty and it ain't for decoration

Firepower like this was only made for devastation

You hold it in your hand and come upon the realization

This shit's real, like bananas, you get peeled

Grip steel and dump on these shit heels

Then skeet-skrt out on them big wheels

And pull donuts, aw the heat hurt, don't it?

I put my all on it, I just keep my spit real

I'd rather die standin' on my own two

Than live a life on my knees

Ain't nobody own you

You do what you got to and what you please

I'd rather die standin' on my own two

Than live a life on my knees

Ain't nobody own you

You do what you got to and what you please

I'd rather die standin' on my own two

Than live a life on my knees

Ain't nobody own you

You do what you got to and what you please

I'd rather die standin' on my own two

Than live a life on my knees

Ain't nobody own you

You do what you got to and what you please