Criminal Mind

[Intro] I stand accused before you I have no tears to cry And you will never break me Till the day I die [Hook] A criminal mind is all I...all I've ever known They've tried to reform me But I'm made of cold stone [Verse 1: Bigg K] I went from playing the handlebars on the BMX To SMACK battles and sharing stages with DMX I'm shaking hands, and no take for granted I'm being blessed From the outside of the circle you wouldn't see the stress Become a regular face in places you rarely go Engage in conversations with faces you barely know But plus you're still in the street; quite a scenario Brodie always told me to take a chance, well here it go A couple big name cats told me I'm all of that Gave me they math, I blew it up, they never called me back Fuck-shit, and I refuse to play a part of that Maybe that's the reason I'm still stuck where I started at Cause I don't dick ride, and I don't ass kiss We overnight the work, bubble in a package Kidnap your mother, fuck her with a cactus Ch-ch, get the yayo and the money out the mattress! I got the city in a dope fiend Finger on the semi, mixing Henny in my codeine Powder blue sneaks, two freaks, four beams Headed on my way back to pop it and get the whole thing I said I'll make it if they give me some time They told me it's all gravy, baby get on your grind Now I'm only a inch off from the finishing line It's all from the slick talk of this criminal mind...BANG! [Hook] [Verse 2: Bigg K] It took my brother Tone... then took my brother Wan... Then took my brother Twan, I had to hug his mom Wiped the tears out her eyes, tell her to carry on Then dried my troubles chasing doubles with the Pérignon Hard to keep hold of sanity losing family You reminiscing pulling them pictures about the vanity It wasn't too many Gs in my circle I had that ran with me If you really 'bout that life you understanding me That motivation when I go on the limb It's like, I gotta make it cause I owe it to them I knew 'em since we was kids till the grownest of men Couple angels on the shoulder how I know I'ma win I'm from that strip in the project Where it's a brick in the closet That you can flip for a prophet To put some chips in your wallet Soon as you get outta pocket, front like you big and you brolic They grab they pistol and pop it, shoot your shit out the socket Cold blooded when I thug it; it's all I ever know When it's loaded, unload it, reload it and let it go I done went broke, sold soap and oregano All I got from the life was stripes and a better flow I said I'll make it if they give me some time And they told me it's all gravy, baby get on your grind Now I'm only a inch off from the finishing line It's all from the slick talk of this criminal mind...BANG! [Hook]