This is for the youngsters
that be bangin' on the street corners
And emojis that came before
and left the streets for em
This is for my riders
that be bangin' on the block
All my paper chases makin'
money non -stop
This is for my youngsters
that be bangin' on the street corners
And emojis that came before
and left the streets for em
This is for my riders
that be bangin' on the block
On my paper chasers makin'
money non -stop
with them pistols cocked
Who am I?
I'm a motherfuckin' threat
Cubs to this game,
I'm a motherfuckin' vet
Best to not trip,
watch a motherfuckin' step
Known to be one of the sickest
Latins to represent
With that blue division hop,
I'm a westside connect
Blowin' out that cushion
till your fools lose your breath
Pistols on deck,
big stacks in the Gucci wallet
AR -15 with some clips in the plastic
I'm quite exhausted
with this nonsense
I've been hearing lately
So I decided to drop that shit
that'll make you busters hate me
These fools been shady, trying to play me
But I duck and dodge,
I'm all about them presidents
Excuse me dawg, I'm fuckin' ballin'
So what's the problem?
Wanna hate it?
Young criminals shinin',
rather see me cookin'
Chase instead of platinum,
chasin' diamonds
Still steady, risin', climbin'
Why you fools be watchin' me shinin'?
And I don't give a fuck,
I'm blind to tell em it's
just dark and timely
I'm never gon' quit it,
since the days I've been a critic
Now I push it to the limit,
stackin' motherfuckin' digits
Critic after critic,
talkin' like they know the business
And them fans be steady watchin',
takin' bids
Of the clickin' shit,
think that we're still flippin' bits
But I'm steady makin' tracks,
still makin' haters
And them enemies, they comin' past
But I'm steady runnin' ass around
and perpetratin' fakes
And still makin' this music,
fuck a motherfuckin' quart case
Still out winning your race,
turn the beat up more, bae
If you disrespect the clique,
I'll probably spit in your face
Tell the other side we run it,
fuck it, we can get it
Jumping all up in public,
grab the shank,
put it in his stomach
That's how we roll
in these wicked -ass streets
And then y 'all so steady coming,
steady coming with heat
And I run it to G's
on the daily in the streets
Showing all of a love for that HPG
And we stay on the ride,
on the side all the time
California sunshine and kush
kind of my mind
Blowing on that indoor groan,
take it straight from a clone
Once it's fully grown, quick release,
proceed to get blown
All my life all I know,
make your money get stoned
Travel round the world,
spend the rest of your living life in the zone
All my life all I know,
make your money get stoned
Travel round the world,
spend the rest of your living
life in the zone
Motherfuckers
And we gave motherfuckers
enough time
to try to catch up to the shit
And stay back in the sidelines
watchin'
Mr. Criminal 
