Criminal - Ball or Fall Lyrics

I get's, money. I get's money
I get's, money. I get's money

I'm known to hustle wit, the best of the hustlers.
Wrestle wit a lion, wit the stroke of my pen,
Change the words to the alliance.
I can bank wit embezzlers, swim wit the sharks,
Turn a pitbull into a poodle from the sound of my bark.
(Ugh, Monsta)

Since the beginning, I was told by my mother, I was the greatest.
The chosen one, elected to represent like the president.
Perfection is, somebody who masters his own demeanor
The best of them want to teach him, the rest of them get the finger.
Now Tina, birth me to seek out my enemies,
Taught ambition plus the love of the struggle feed me the energy
I need, to better than legends who did it first so I hustle hard
Push the limit for what it's worth.
Maybe I'm cursed, born wit a gift to make a block bleed,
Hustle by the code and respected by real gee's
Street Kings, the type that money flows through their veins
Hated by few, respected by all, speak for the game
I was told, if it don't make dollars You know the rest
I finesse strategies like chess to be the best, and you know this
Young Black Mans destined for greatness
While I sharpen up my tools, the world's anxiously waiting

I checks paper, anything else is irrelevant
Mess me with all the f*ckary and that sucka shit
I wanna see you own but you niggas on some other shit
Just like everything else, you niggas is irrelevant

Can I ball?
That decision is entirely up to you
But will I fall tho?
If you live for illusions and not the truth
You can make or break the game
But be careful of what you do cause
Remember that this game can make or could break you
Can I ball?
That decision is entirely up to you
But will I fall tho?
If you live for illusions and not the truth
You can make or break the game
But be careful of what you do cause
Remember that this game can make or could break you

I was created for the hustle, I live and die for ball
When I win, man I do it for soldiers that fell and loss
Real Boss, blessed with intentions to make it happen
Saying my name is like you're speaking the gospel
That's why they're clapping
My actions, tell you I'm seriously wit the grind
I don't need a bezel to support the way I shine
I don't the jewels from Jacob or chicks wit makeup
I'm a product of the nineties with grimmy crimmies
Cnd c dime piece, that represents everything that I do
C reflection of the Crim so her hustle is full proof
But I invest in, myself a commodity on the streets
Wit sucker replant so I remain to be sucker free.
I gotta masters a PhD and Bc
I major in the hustle you suckers taking up space
Clear the way, y'all taking up air real niggas need
If the air was a hustle you'll buckle cause you couldn't
Breathe.

I checks paper, anything else is irrelevant
Mess me with all the f*ckary and that sucka shit
I wanna see you own but you niggas on some other shit
Just like everything else, you niggas is irrelevant
(I'm rich Bitch!)

Can I ball?
That decision is entirely up to you
But will I fall tho?
If you live for illusions and not the truth
You can make or break the game
But be careful of what you do cause
Remember that this game can make or could break you
Can I ball?
That decision is entirely up to you
But will I fall tho?
If you live for illusions and not the truth
You can make or break the game
But be careful of what you do cause
Remember that this game can make or could break you