Spittin Game (Explicit) - Mr.Criminal

This is for them youngstas

That be bangin' on the streets

Come and send 'em OG's that came before

And left the streets for 'em

This is for my riders that be bangin' on the block

All my paper-chasers makin' money non-stop

This is for them youngstas

That be bangin' on the streets

Come and send 'em OG's that came before

And left the streets for 'em

This is for my riders that be bangin' on the block

All my paper-chasers makin' money non-stop

With them pistols cocked

Who am I

I'mma mothaf**kin' threat

Comes to this game I'm a mothaf**kin' vet

Best to not trip watch your mothaf**kin' step

Known to be one of the sickest latins to represent

With that blue division Hi-power west side connect

Blowin' out that kush until you fools lose your breath

Pistols on deck big stacks in the gucci wallet AR-15

With some clips in the closet

I'm quite exhausted with this

Non-sense I been hearin' lately

So I decided to drop that sh*t

That'll make you bustas hate me

These fools be shady

Try to play me but I duck n dodge 'em

All about them presidents excuse

Me dawg I'm f**kin' ballin'

So whats the problem

Wanna hate it

Young criminal shot 'em

Rather see me cuffed in chains

Than 'stead of platinum chains and diamonds

Still steady risin' climbin' while you fools be

Watchin' me shinin' and I don't give a f**k

I'm grindin' tell it's just perfect timin'

I'm never gonna quit it since the days I been acquitted

Now I'm pushin' to the limit stackin' mothaf**kin' digits

Critic after critic talkin' like they know the business

And them feds be steady watchin'

Takin' pics of the click and sh*t

Think that we still flippin' bricks

But I'm steady makin' tracks still makin' haters

And 'em enemies they come in packs

But I'm steady runnin'

Laps around them perpetratin faces

Still makin' this music f**k them

Mothaf**kin' court case

Still I win in your race turn the beat up

More bass if you disrespect the click

Ill probably spit in your face

Tell the other side we run it f**k it

We could get it jumpin' all up in public

Grab a shank put it in the stomach

That's how we roll in these wicked-a** streets

And these youngstas steady gunnin'

Steady comin' with heat n I run into G's

On the daily in the streets

Showin' nada but love for the HPG

And we stay on the grind

On the side all the time

California sunshine and kush kind on my mind

Blowin' on that indo grown

Take it straight from Mclone

Once it's fully grown clip

Release the seed and get blown

All my life all I known

Makin' money get stoned

Travel 'round the world this direction

Live your life in the zone all my life all I known

Makin' money get stoned

Travel 'round the world this direction

Live your life in the zone motherf**kers

Haha we gave motherf**kers

Enough time to catch up to this sh*t

They stay in the back

Sidelines watchin'

Haha can't stop it uh yea