I kill like a convict,
I might just blow like bin laden.
I might just blow up your conscious,
I tick in the booth then let out that bomb shit.
Catch me on the islands chilling and shining just like a diamond.
You here rewinding all of my songs, but I'm not minding.
I'm just gold mining taking my time but fuck it I'm timeless.
The future me fucking up commas.
I'm just being honest.
Metaphors oh metaphors.
Greatness what I'm headed for.
Yeah I ball bitch check the score.
I'm too lit I'll never bore.
Life's a bitch and death's a whore.
If you live with God he'll open doors.
Oh what a life I got in store.
I just might die if I snore.
I got dreams so I can sleep.
I count blessings and no the sheep.
I'll make minks out their wool and that's just how hustlers think.
I'm C.ROB niggas test me like ACT's and I pass them like STD's.
You can ask them I got degrees.
I'm the hottest word on the street on the street and I'm honestly packing heat.
You can feel it when I speak and I creep no TLC.
This that dope shit, that hold your nose shit.
Better hope you notice dopeness.
Better focus on the rebel no ole miss.
I'm gone let that soak in.
Convict was written by C.ROB.
Convict was produced by The Ghost (US).