I'm Sorry Mama

Mama, I'm a criminal

Mama, I'm a criminal

Mama, I'm a criminal

Criminal, criminal

I'm sorry mama I been running in these streets since I was little

Should've told you I wasn't at the park I was outside with the dealers

That same **** from the monkey bars had growed up to be a killer

Drug dealer, went to jail and slept with a knife under his pillow

Skipped school from time to time but I learned math from my brother

What a bad influence he was 'cause we sold bags to each other

The money was always good but we was bad for each other

Tried to tell you what I was but I was bad at writing letters

Grew up to be a criminal (I'm sorry mama)

I let the streets influence my life (I'm sorry mama)

Went in one ear and straight out the other (I'm sorry mama)

I know you tired mama but I tried mama (I'm sorry mama)

Grew up to be a criminal (I'm sorry mama)

I let the streets influence my life (I'm sorry mama)

Went in one ear and straight out the other (I'm sorry mama)

I know you tired mama but I tried mama (I'm sorry mama)

Criminal

Mama, I'm a criminal

Mama, I'm a criminal

Criminal, criminal

My dawg just tried to stretch something traumatized from growing up

Fucked up from shit we seen being in the hood that wasn't good for us

Moved us from the southside to the west like that wasn't hood enough

Gave it all I could but sometimes good just ain't good enough

My dawg just caught a body he ain't say shit kept it solid mama

Blood in his eyes now he been stretching shit for hobbies mama

I took this route to get some money 'cause they doubted me

Now the only thing been on my mind is tryna make you proud of me

Grew up to be a criminal (I'm sorry mama)

I let the streets influence my life (I'm sorry mama)

Went in one ear and straight out the other (I'm sorry mama)

I know you tired mama but I tried mama (I'm sorry mama)

I'm sorry mama

I'm sorry mama

I'm sorry mama

I'm sorry mama

Criminal

Mama, I'm a criminal

Mama, I'm a criminal

Criminal, criminal