Look,
they say that Jesus turned water to wine
I heard the beat, had some heat,
grabbed the seat and rolled
a rhyme
It's guaranteed to make
you blessed with wine
This criminal comin' with some
pheasant shit one more time
As I slip and slide through the side
that I rep most
California's southern side,
big bad west coast
Now take a toast to this shit,
sell a break to the feelings
When you boast what you can't,
cause I'm a known heathen
Bustin' for no reason,
so many years on the road,
thank God for no bleeding
Fuck the recession,
I'm makin' money any season
In a all -golden platter
on some underspokes leanin' in
I can't help but reminisce
back when I had no money
And my drawer's just a MAC -10,
but I traded that for the scrap
And instead of bustin' bullets,
now I'm bustin' with this black pen
And, uh, I finally made it,
thank God that I finally made it
Ha ha, yeah, I finally made it,
thank God that I finally made it
Cause, uh, I grew up in the city,
in the school of the hard knocks
Used to face the jail times
while I'm printin' hard locks
But, uh, I finally made it,
thank God that I finally made it
It's just somethin' bout
the motherfuckin' smog
that I breathe
Hit the boulevard and it's all
on some V's
I hit the studio, cry for I slide through
The homies show me love,
cause every year I give
myself to the ride to
Been a rider all retired
since I was like 5 '2
Gettin' into trouble
ever since the years of 9 '2
But uh, look how I finally grown up
Album after album,
damn
I guess I grew it up blown up
Haters talkin' madness
but guess they never shown up
Damn, that's some pussy shit
Bitch made no nuts, haha
Yeah, I'm like so what?
Ever since my first album
had the game sewn up
That's it, it's high power,
throw your anchors
Other labels try hard,
no one can replace us
Knocking fools out on their backs
with their face up
Turn the system down,
justify you for the baser
And uh, I finally made it,
thank God that I finally made it
Ha ha, yeah, I fi nally made it,
thank God that I finally made it
Cause uh, I grew up in the city,
in the school of the hard knocks
Used to face the jail time,
concrete and hard locks
But uh, I finally made it,
thank God that I finally made it
Now I'm worldwide status,
just a little bit sicker than the average
Just like the past, the current,
I'm still do ing damage
And I probably won't,
matter of fact, I never will
Never go broke,
I will forever chase them dollar bills
Still sport Versace,
but I wanna see how Prada feels
You ever seen a hundred stacks?
Damn, that's a lot of bills
Street money, rap money,
turn it into dol lar yields
When I made my first twenty stacks,
I had a lot of chills
But shit, I got used to it,
and the best part of it all
I had a dream and I pursued it
Now I keep the shit flowing
just like fluid
Making money on the daily,
give a fuck about what you did
Ask that, if nothing else
I made these dreams real
Finally got to see
how 10 ,000 people scream
Feel 10 years in it,
honestly it still doesn't seem real
Haha, yeah, but this dream's real
And yeah, I finally made it
Thank God that I finally made it
Haha, yeah, I finally made it
Thank God that I finally made it
Cause I, I grew up in the city
In the school of the hard knocks
Used to face the jail time,
crime, quick and hard locks
But I, I finally made it,
thank God that I finally made it
Bye for
Mr. Criminal 
