Criminal (feat. Truck North & Saigon)

Monday they predict the storm Tuesday they predict the bang Wednesday they cover the crash And I can see it's all about cash And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass And treat me like a criminal Look, it is what it is because of what it was I did what I did 'cause it does what it does I don't put nothin' above what I am, what I love My family, my blood, my city and my hood Hater for the greater good, I'm back from Hollywood And I ain't changed a lick, though I know I probably should But, what I'm doin' is not a good look I never did it by the good book as a lifetime crook All the petty crime took a toll on me I look around at my homies that's gettin' old on me But still somethin' gotta hold on me, maybe it's faith If it's comin', yo I'm willing to wait I'm not runnin', I done ran through the muck I done scrambled and such I done robbed an odd job and gambled enough Till I'm put up in handcuffs and pissin' in a cup If there's a God I don't know if he listenin' or what? Monday they predict the storm Tuesday they predict the bang Wednesday they cover the crash And I can see it's all about cash And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass And treat me like a criminal Yeah, it is what it is and that's how it go Get treated like a criminal if crime is all you know Get get greeted like a nigga if the nigga is all you show A public enemy to send a eye in the scope My city like a island where you can't find a boat Have you wishin' for a raft and prayin' that hope flows Some will [Incomprehensible] Who lookin' for a chair and some real strong rope Just to end it all here, screamin', "Fuck the mayor" He see the faces at the bottom of the welfare They act like I'm somethin' to fear trapped in urban warfare Pullin' triggers at a college career Can't ignore the call of the wild that's drawin' 'em near Try to make fast money last long, some years Try to laugh it off still couldn't lose the tears To the rules, I will not adhere, break the law, yeah Monday they predict the storm Tuesday they predict the bang Wednesday they cover the crash And I can see it's all about cash And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass And treat me like a criminal Who wanna challenge mine? I'm sick of St. Valentine I did the violent crimes that's why I got this style of rhyme Seek repentance to spittin' them sentences to senseless Experience is the difference, you can't convince this In a crime sense, niggas is infants I'm like a senior citizen, still livin' but gettin' benefits Put emphasis on hittin' my nemesis in high percentages Crooked ass cops is the reason for my belligerence And it gets deeper than that Remember nights I used to sleep wit a gat With a package of crack under my sneaker strap D's sneak attack and raid me, it took a week for that Beat the rat, but you're sayin', "Look, he think he the mack" Fuck ya'll, niggas who thinkin' they might try us Watch us inside riots, blue cars and light fires We already been knocked, scrutinized Plus, cops rush to brutalize us America's polluted by lust, who could I trust? If I can't trust you, then I might touch you If I ain't got love for you then fuck you Monday they predict the storm Tuesday they predict the bang Wednesday they cover the crash And I can see it's all about cash And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass And treat me like a criminal Monday they predict the storm Tuesday they predict the bang Wednesday they cover the crash And I can see it's all about cash And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass And treat me like a criminal