キー: D minor
Intro 1
Dm
Bb
Verse 1
Dm
and tired of these actors
slamming at the rappers
When their album hits the streets
it's just another disaster
They couldn't capture the
real way to rhyme
waste of time,
that's how I look at these clowns
and when the shit drops,
I know there's gonna be frowns,
but I could give a fuck, toss shit, back it up,
quickly stack it up,
and I'm prepared, I know, I know, there's gonna be a lot of people saying, damn criminal,
Bb
you need to kick back, but fuck that, my ears are tired of these motherfucking chump raps,
out of the game
before I put you to shame,
Sorry, I have simplistic language
And I ain't even sayin' no names
I got somethin' on my chest
and I gotta let it off
It's time for Mr. Criminal
to come and set it off
Most hoops can't hang,
tryin' to catch some fame
I got somethin' on my chest
and I gotta let it off
They tell me, criminal homie,
why don't you come and break em off
And hoops can't hang,
tryin' to catch some fame
Well it's that number
one trap hit
straight from high power click
Haters always gonna hate
but they don't fucking stop
And it ain't just like I said
you need to stay out the game
Trying to get some fame,
Bb
Dm
only making yourself look lame
Don't you ever try to battle me
I'll crack your frame
Analyzing real lives
that your ass can't handle
With a lyrical assassin,
no restraint slashing
And what made you want
to pick up that mic?
Must've been smoking
on some bomb
to think that you're tight
Heard you're working on an album fool
that ain't even right
I don't like your clique,
and I don't like your shit
As a matter of fact, homie,
you can suck this dick
And if it comes down to it,
fool, I'll bust this clip
I got something on my chest,
and I gotta let it off
It's time for Mr. Criminal
to come and set it off
Most fools can't hang,
tryna catch some fame
I got something on my chest,
and I gotta let it off
They tell me, criminal, homie,
why don't you come and break em off?
And who can't hang,
trying to catch some fame,
Another sickness,
and I got a brand new shit list,
and when it comes out
there's gonna be some shit bits
And I want the underground to witness,
And in the studio,
I know I got skills,
and what they say on the streets,
you kill for thrills
But if you ever imitate me,
you better think twice,
I ain't tryna toss shit
and try to earn some stripes
I'm only talking all this shit
cause I don't think that it's right
Too many chunks in this game
fucking up the spotlight
Stop paying all these other fools
to write your raps
If you can't write yourself
then your ass is whack
Might get the villains hurt
cause it's a cold ass fact
I got something on my chest
and I gotta let it off
It's time for Mr. Criminal
to come and set it off
Most fools can't hang
tryna cancel fame
I got somethin' on my chest
and I gotta let it off
They tell me criminal, homie,
why don't you come and break em off?
And who's can't hang
tryin' to catch some fame?
I got somethin' on my chest
and I gotta let it off
It's time for Mr. Criminal
to come and set it off
Most who's can't hang
tryin' to catch some fame?
I got somethin' on my chest
and I gotta let it off
They tell me criminal, homie,
why don't you come and break em off?
If you can't hang, try to catch the bang
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