Lyrics: Luke Gawne/Sean Haywood
Music: Luke Gawne/Sean Haywood
It's criminal, the way they look at me
So cynical, they want me to leave
Yeah, it's criminal, the way they think
All aboard the ship, hoping that we sink
It's criminal, the way they look at me
So cynical, they want me to leave
Yeah, it's criminal, the way they think
All aboard the ship, hoping that we sink
Yeah, little bitch I'm a criminal
I've been in trouble since middle school
All my teachers used to ridicule
Calling home to mama just to start some drama, "His behavior's indefensible"
How they go send me to the principle if I do not have any principles?
Spent a few years in detention, yeah, handsome and imbecile
Gave a **** about it, made more money than my teachers ever did, I call that economics
I've been through thick and the thin from the bottom
Addicted to meds and my ass
I was sick and in bed back when spitting meant ridding of phlegm
'Til I listened to Em and he taught me to pick up the pen, even though life was shitty back then
I'm still missing the days of that minimum wage
Now I'm trying to get back into dreaming again
Look at my, look at my swag, look at my bag, look at my, look at my cash
Rappers these days so wack, everything you spit is crap, yeah
You ain't really spitting facts, cap
You ain't as good as me, I get a hit every time that I'm swinging a bat
Speaking of that
I call him Atlus 'cause we put our team on the map (we put our team on the map)
It's criminal the way they look at me
So cynical, they want me to leave
Yeah, it's criminal the way they think
All aboard the ship, hoping that we sink
I've been non-stop for really long, so 'til the day that I fall
I'ma grind hard like a dog, yeah, go for broke and say **** 'em all
So pass the ball, I ride up and I brush the paint to clutch the game, was down for a couple days
But mustered strength to get up and go ****in' A
Got no ceiling, man, I'm really on the cusp of greatness
To the day that my mind's diminished, I rise up, yeah, the sky's the limit
I rhyme if it ain't no harm
Not finished from putting on a clinic, been at the pinnacle of rhyme and I'm kinda the guy to
Spit it better than anybody, they're never gonna be five percent of my level
I'm the Guinness world record
But you gotta admit, I'm hot when I'm hip-hopping it
Call the cops and get this criminal a consequence, huh
It's criminal the way they look at me
So cynical, they want me to leave
Yeah, it's criminal the way they think
All aboard the ship, hoping that we sink