Lyrics:
isigubhu (ama criminal records)
Kwati angivele ngikhumule (ama criminal records)
Umuthi othi thi
Umuthi othi thi
Umuthi othi thi (ama criminal records
to stress about
My nigga gonna get me out
Then we hit the club with the thugs and the liquors
No criminal record but I'm makin' criminal records
Isn't it
Got a criminal record, I can't cross state lines
First on the bad list and you're last on mine
Looking for a scapegoat, long past due
Walking down
Got a criminal record, I can't cross state lines
First on the bad list and you're last on mine
Looking for a scapegoat, long past due
Walking down
criminal
Records, all I do is record now
Whatever
The moves are, I'm down
Nowadays
VR on the road now
VR stay on go now
I make myself so proud
I make myself
WAS POPPING PILLS MY NIGGA THEN I GET TOO WILD
CRIMINAL RECORDS GOING UP LOST COUNT OF ARREST
ALL THIS SHIT GOING WRONG GON MAKE YOU FEEL DEPRESSED
'cause I can spell not a second
I gives a fuck 'bout a record, I got a criminal record
These boys so scared of big Gucci, they make subliminal records
because I don't be having funds
The gold that I am wearing is really made out of bronze
It weighs a ton and making my neck turn green
And I got a criminal
(can't go back)
Already know what I gave them traps (I gave them traps)
My criminal record ain't on wax, I made those racks
Birdman dropped me right off
went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I musta done it half a dozen times
I wonder if it's too
weighs a ton and making my neck turn green
And I got a criminal record that will never come clean
Oh, and it seems that I make babies like a rabbit
went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must've of done it half a dozen times
I wonder if
to school
Most of the time I had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must of done it half a dozen times
I wonder if it's too
in a category apart
Listen, a grain of salt'll tip the scale, it never fails
Walk on egg shells, sleep on a bed of nails
Criminal records like
They become cowards, they cut the tough guy shit
When they arrest, when they come cuff your kids
They give us criminal records, because of where we
ballin', alcohol and weed
A thousand dollars worth of chump change, chicken feed
A criminal record a full of dirty deeds
Givin niggas black eyes
to do wrong, but they won't let me do right
Even though I done changed my life
Criminal records what they judgin' me by
That's why
The judges said
done changed my life criminal records' what
They judging me by. -thats why
[chorus]
The judges said dont trouble nobody.
Probation said dont
Tryin not to do wrong
But they won't let me do right
Even though I done changed my life
Criminal records what they judgen me by
That's why...
Momma
and they need to eat
[Hook]
Tryin not to do wrong
But they won't let me do right
Even though I done changed my life
Criminal records what they judgen
Tryin not to do wrong
But they won't let me do right
Even though I done changed my life
Criminal records what they judgen me by
That's why...
Momma
hungry and they need to eat
[Hook]
Tryin not to do wrong
But they won't let me do right
Even though I done changed my life
Criminal records what
bajde record Vellyian de
Sarkaari system ch criminal record Vellyian de
Sarkaar kaindi kholo green card Vellyian de
Rab ne laake bheje jigre paharh
, ah)
Criminal, cri-criminal
Tu estilo, tu flow, mami muy criminal
Criminal, cri-criminal, ah
Pina Records
Dimelo Vi
Natti Nat, Natti Nat
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