Criminal Video (MV)

STATUE VERSE


I don't think they can do what I can
I'm so hyped might fight my hype man
Who scared to fight
Take flight
Won't bystand
Need a bitch to f*ck
Like Barbara Streisand
I gotta nice plan
Let's go over the ice
I ain't talking Iceland
Yeah that bitch nice
But I bet she tryphlyn
Hope I drive right
Cause then flashing lights
& I ain't got my license

I am so high
How do I land ?
I am that guy
You bow & I stand
Proud to rock the crowd

With side to side hands
Try to get the crown
Up out of my hands

Feel it in my bones
I belong at the top
Feel like I prove a point
Every song that I drop

Lil rock el patron
Got patron on the rocks
What wrong with you opps
On the phone with them cops



Home alone tryna bone with a thot
But I just want the dome then I'm gone
What you thought ?
We in the zone
Now you clones
Finna flop
Vote stone for the throne
He done blown up the spot


MARS VERSE

This that bounce back
Yeah
I'm around that
if they need it
Then I got it

Then I
Bounce back
Get the money
I got work
I got ounces

She never seen
Pounds
So
She quick to undress


More Money
More hate
Guess
The ground wet

Bloody Mary
I ain't tripping

Get a omelette
Bomb threat

I was shaded in the islands
Don't talk
Don't say shit
Stay silent

Eyes Lens
Been surrounded by violence
Jealousy is fvkery
Don't allow it
Ima plug with a plug
I ain't lying
Shooting range
Was the alley
Target practice

Far from average
Shoutout to my savage
Product of the ghetto
Man
I love my environment
& it money over everything
By the way
& Money over bitches
Till my dying days



EVXGA VERSE


Let the microphone explode
Treble got me in my zone
Feel them high hats kicking
Bass keeping f*ck up the show
Let me talk a little slow
Complicate this little flow
Bouta travel round the world
Drop the bomb
And then I blow


Check it
Alive and well
Won't fail
Prevail
I'm blessed
This skill
Is heaven sent
I kill
My wicked thoughts excel
The scorching flames
Yes the ice cold rain
The Chosin gang
My holy name
Bitch this daily bread
Don't seek the fame
Lord forgive me
I've been sinning
Since a little adolescent
Stealing liquor from the cubby of my daddy's f*cking dresser
I might go and press ya
Fileto no smith and Wesson
Got me howling to the moon
It's the lycan the last descendant

I'm raining down
Bring the storm
Armageddon it's on
I wake for midnight to strike
And out of site I transform
It's lost city of angels
Since the day I was born
It's south central motherf*cka
Till the day that I mourned