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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
RJ Payne
Songwriter
Travis L'eon
Songwriter
Martin Delaney
Songwriter
Chris Parson
Songwriter
Jon Freeman Jr.
Songwriter
Noah Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pat Noon
Engineer
Lyrics
This the remix
It's Milk
I brought a couple homies with me
RJ Payne
DoggyStyleeee
Jon Connor
(Fuck ya life)
Get em Nems
Yea
Yea yea criminal minded
Watch out for the fame and the wealth
It leaves you blinded
Give handshakes to the fakes
Don't even mind it
Cuz they wild pussy
Working for peanuts
I call em Linus
Every time you hear my bars
Gotta rewind it
One word describes your whole crew
I say vagina
Belt Parkway doing a buck
Bumping Primus
Coney Island
Come meet the Lyfers mothafucka
(We outside)
We some criminals
We some criminals
Now see my haters
they love me
They made it
they lucky
See I bought a razor blade
Shit get Flavor Flav ugly
Charles Lee Ray Junior
I don't play buddy
Fuck red bottoms
My knife and timberlands stay bloody
Ugh
I'm unmatched
The line for one rap
Spun back
It'll shine bright enough that the sun crack
Listen
Your boy retired from spitting
I'm done rap
I'm a full time killa
Atilla the Hun back
Payne
Mama I'm criminal
This nigga saying subliminals
Stay banging in the hood
These niggaz all on digital
Thinking u can stop a nigga
Just empty out your pockets nigga
I swear on the set
I'm a really have to rob a nigga
I know it's kinda hard
But mama
Do you love me
Or is it what I do
To make you
Not trust me
My mind kinda sick
I can't stop killing niggaz
Mr super hero
Got popped by a super villain
nigga
We some criminals
We some criminals
They say that I'm a criminal
But I ain't telling you nothing you didn't know
Admit it though
Can they stop me
Two letters for you
N and O
You fictional
My intuition reads yall like written notes
These God given quotes that feeds you orphans like Different Strokes
Y'all on the ropes
Y'all shit is jokes
Like this a roast
You listen close
You hear ghosts of all of my missing folks
The incredible
Call him inevitable
They ain't never gon know
That he done did it before
They get credit for anything that they gon do cuz I did it before
U kno I did it once so I'll do it again on mama
Bull pup in the trunk
rock like I'm the Brahma
Have you like Kurt
leaving earth
Nirvana
Peon want drama
Leave ur breathing speaking a problem
We not the same
No
Not nothing in common
That chopper bang get sprayed like a dame wit no condom
No stopping i pull it ready to aim and burst
I'm throwing bullets with this eagle
Jalen Hurts
Writer(s): Martin Delaney
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