Lyrics Criminal - Butosh

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)

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