Criminal (feat. Truck North & Saigon)

And 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 nothing 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 doing 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 getting old on me

But still something got a hold on me, maybe it's fate

If it's coming, yo, I'm willing to wait, I'm not running

I done ran through the muck, I done scrambled and such

I done robbed and odd-jobbed and gambled enough

Until I'm put up in handcuffs and pissing in a cup

If there's a God, I don't know if He listening or what

And 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 greeted like a **** if a ****'s all you show

A public enemy that's in the eye of the scope

My city like a island where you can't find a boat

Have you wishing for a raft and praying that hope floats

Some real ethnic cleansing going down, no soap

Who looking for a chair and some real strong rope

Just to end it all here, screaming, "Fuck the mayor"

He see the faces at the bottom of the well clear

They act like I'm something to fear, trapped in urban warfare

Putting triggers 'head a college career

Can't ignore the call of the wild, that's drawing them 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

And 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 do what?) And treat me like a criminal

Who want to challenge mine? I'm sick of St. Valentine

I did the violent crimes, why I got this style of rhyme

Seek repentance for spitting them sentences that's senseless

Experience is the difference, you can't convince this

In a crime sense, **** is infants

I'm like a senior citizen, still living but getting benefits

Put emphasis on hitting my nemesis in high percentages

Crooked ass cops is the reason for my belligerence

And it gets deeper than that, 'member nights I used to sleep with a gat

With the package of crack under my sneaker strap

D's sneak attack, arraign me, it took a week for that

Beat the rap, but you're saying, "Look, he think he The Mack"

Fuck y'all, **** who thinking they might try us

Watch us incite riots, flip cars and light fires

We already been knocked, scrutinized, plus

Cops rush to brutalize us, America is 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!

And 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

And 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