Butosh - Criminal Lyrics

​Wrong place, wrong time
​You could need a body bag
​I couldn't face defeat
​All my shit legit
​I couldn't fake the life
​They tryna stop my shine
​Paid all my dues
​System couldn't save us
​Power against us
​Moving through the hate
​25 And not dead
​Been in the street
​Selling weed and pills
​We been facing storms
​Living against the odds
​Moving through life
​Lot of shii ain't proud about
​I just want your smile
​Live the life we dreamt about
​Upon the hill
​Giving back to the hood
​Doing charities
​People forget all the bad deeds
​A crown might fit
​King of the streets
​On tv coming clean
​Redeemed
​Looking up to me
​Buy an estate put it on lease
​Coming from dirt looking clean
​Running the hood with suits
​With teeskillz blowing smoke

​Mama I'm a criminal (Criminal)
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​It was all a dream
​Met my plug under a fucking tree
​First delivery came with a smoking spree
​Bibles giving me cash
​I be steady reading it
​Felt like i might need a steel
​​Got my prince making me feel like one while we two
​Three is a crowd, we dont want you
​Ball winning midfielder, that's a four
​Come in 5s, you might need a six
​All black on the seventh day eating cake
​ion hate
​Alex hunter, getting all my goals
​Not from here, i rock ten
​I'm a martian
​You all on panic mode
​Ama boss
​Guitar man
​Like a rockstar
​Ratatata
​Credit card scam
​I done did a lot of that
​What you talking about
​No driveby walkups
​All on you rappers face
​You need to man up