Lil B - Criminal Mind lyrics

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?

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

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

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

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