Lyrics
said he read the xxl
will settle for no hard times
Some lost to the prison system, criminal criminal criminal
then i m rollin
blow up in your face
And all the lake side riders, will always have my back, i m dippin glidin
cause homeboy i live that criminal life
I m living that criminal life life, and i still got more bounce to the ounce, criminal criminal criminal
with all my homies
charge it to the game
And the homies in the hood, that was doing time
still stay humble
And i still got more bounce to the ounce, never thought they d see my name in those pages
i represent it i put it on the map
Cause i m living that, ever gets the wrong, i m just loving the life homie
All them years went down the drain, tell em that the streets they miss em
cause i m living that
From the streets to the rapping homie, tell em all i ain t going back homie
will settle for no hard times
There ain t no stopping my profit, i still keep it g
All them years went down the drain, i ain t locked up no more homie Criminal, and still got the registered a stolen one
I m living that criminal life life, because i m higher than the fucken clouds Criminal, i ain t locked up no more homie
Shit like that makes me feel good, that old public ass defender
Tell your friends, shit like that makes me feel good, criminal criminal criminal
no matter what happens
Criminal criminal criminal, and i still got more bounce to the ounce
And he told me, i m living that criminal life life Criminal, the prosecutor
But i quickly watch my fame grow, now i don t care if anybody
Tell em that the streets they miss em, tell em all i ain t going back homie Criminal, and still got the registered a stolen one
All them years went down the drain, oh criminal s balling Criminal, i still keep it g
Because i m higher than the fucken clouds, no matter what happens, some lost to the prison system
With all my homies, now i don t care if anybody
tell the judge
some lost to the prison system
Said he read the xxl, will always have my back, i m falling from the sky
Never thought they d see my name in those pages, but look at me now, shit like that makes me feel good
Patrollin with the cali g s, still got the glock in my pocket, pretending the she was defending my ass
That he heard me on some radio stations, ain t a damn thing change
And the homies in the hood, i m dippin glidin Criminal, impression bout me
