Mr. Criminal feat. Mr. Silent - Born and Raised Lyrics

Lyrics Born and Raised - Mr. Criminal feat. Mr. Silent



Wake up thinkin bout how im gonna get that, all of my life i been faced with them setbacks.
Yeah, the proud son of a wetback, if you aint about that hussle nah i dont respect that.
Smoking up on this blunt thinkin bout life.
How ive turned metal cuffs into that ice, living out my dreams cause im spittin on the mic but i see that pie and i wanna bake a slice, so im out tryna get it.
Hussle from my credit while them mothers look pathetic.
Yeah that mansion they got, that jet, ima get it and i know its comin to me cause that hussle's like up in it.
Hussle from the top, neva gonna stop.
Smokin a blunt so we livin up coast to coast, hispanic living it cause im doing the most.
Tryna keep extra butter on my coast, brown mothafuckers spittin representin the coast and like biggie said, it was all a dream but i was like a nightmare in my early teens but i woke up, got my cake and got my smoke up.
Organized crime called criminal lucy dolla sosa.
Graduated from the pro clubs, from a bucket to a benz next i would testin rosas.
All day i hussle with a reason and that fast lane screamin straight california dreamin.
Chrous: California, california born and raised.
Calidornia dreams come true but as fast as they do, your life could be taken away.



Writer(s): Jermaine Jackson, William Roberts, Maurice Young, Andrew Harr, Armando Perez, Johnny Mollings, Lenny Mollings


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