Criminal

It's Yellow Storm Cezar, back on this Criminal Reality, my heart is in my chest, and not on my sleve I don't like my dream, I don't understand the visuals Started from an egg at each, pot holes and pitiful Roads hitting peak, team rolling deep Shots in my pockets and my jeans Definitely, no doubt, he's a criminal Mad little individual Always surrounded by criminals Back on KS, was on the N'Crow, moving digital If you're gonna give it, then you better bring it all Hes like the rock walking tall Short bosses, sending out shots and giving calls Mama never fought I would be stuck behind the prison walls Don't worry, ma, just took a fall It's how it goes when you're surrounded by criminals Ramadan over, back to the usual Am gonna Box, them like their in the cubicle Only God guiding my rituals Definitely, no doubt, he's a criminal Nothing personal, it's just a business as usual What you know about taking L's To make hard profit, you have to risk it all Ain't trying to give, am trying to take from him They will kill you for being raw Trapping in the hood for the longest The world is a morgue Squad strong, but dying since the day you were born Prophecy, everybody, time will come Get a caught up in the trap am like Wallace But my dog's like Gromit, but with a gun I got some foxes in the forest I'm wrapping sheets, taking sweets, licking shots from it Lessons to every father that got a son Sick made food, definitely make you C ghosts Getting moving, no mystical Burger in a tracksuit, keep beef on the minimal Mall for money, rules get political Boss locked on love, lost it in the original Clock time, beat it Feds couldn't stop it Crop house Dr, moving all clinical I'm collecting corn like I'm Sonic But the machine, getting sprayed like some ritual These men know the truth, but they're still telling lies its pitiful Family defederation ain't televised They ain't giving no visuals I was under investigation, when I was Doing time Behind the prison walls, I know some brothers IPP, and goton life But for parole is sitting in a board Hoping for the future, but their life is still getting torn My own eyes seen brothers smoking pipes Now they don't have a choice I see my own mother crying Sayin son, please change your life Feel the pain every time I hear her voice Saying she don't want to see me doing crime But my palm pockets are on roids Now they're trying to draw me out Bet they got the wrong sketch Cause I'm playing with their toys They're seeing faces, but they're putting food in the wrong press Transacting, getting void I'm putting mine to bed for talking to the boys I'm doing both on road In gym, pushing sets Heads and tails, you can see Reality, my heart is in my chest and not on my sleeve I don't like my dream I don't understand the visuals Starting from an egg of each Potholes are pitiful Roads hitting peak Team rolling deep Shots in the pockets of my jeans Definitely, no doubt, he's a criminal Reality, my heart is in my chest and not on my sleeve I don't like my dream I don't understand the visuals Starting from an egg of each Pot holes are pitiful Roads hitting peaks Team rolling deep Shots in my pockets and my jeans Definitely, no doubt, he's a criminal