Criminalistic

(Verse 1)
Money criminalistic I will still never give a shit
Like I’m Chris brown bout a bitch down
Coming from the city where they’re barely fucking with me
What a pity no wonder I’m acting shitty
When I’m up in the booth you know what the fuck I do
Spitting truth in the studio
I’m the living breathing proof of
Humble beginning and now I’m finna be winning
You bitches merely swimming through a lack of competition and
I’m proving it through spitting not the start of a religion
But it’s who you know not how you flow
So when I blow going round the globe
Just know that I did it on my motherfucking own
Out of state shows time to go and hit the road
I’m living in the moment and cannot let go of it
So I gotta stand up to the top and I will not

(Chorus)
Wait up
I don’t wanna kick it with you
Is that an issue bitch do you need a tissue
Just know that real people ain’t see through
Just know that real people ain’t see through

(Verse 2)
I’m so sick but can’t push for retirement
I got a lotta shit left to do
To prove this to me not you
Don’t come around as an actor in the background
Even if you from the home town
Unless you been the homie
Not one of them phony
Motherfuckers calling you their brother while talking shit under covers
I guess that’s how it is
But that’s not how I will live
I strive on the grind
While most people wide eyed
To our societies lies
Leading to our own demise
We too busy getting high and letting life choose our course
Who you know been there before
I strive on the grind
While most people wide eyed
To our societies lies
Leading to our own demise