Motherfuck the police, always be fucking with me
Everywhere that I go
Motherfuck the police, always be fucking with me
Everywhere that I go
Do I look like a criminal, criminal, criminal, criminal
What the fuck?
Do I look like a criminal, criminal, criminal, criminal
What the fuck?
Do I look like a criminal?
Police wanna hella sweat
Cause I keep a hoodie on, Bill Belichick
Every night I'm gettin' stop-and-frisk
When I walk into a drugstore they think I'm here to shoplift
I'm just picking up Percocet prescriptions
Cops always tell me they don't fit the descriptions
So what I gotta trial convictions
I can't leave the house less it's under conditions
Another worries, I'm a changed man
But they think I'm doing primary time on the exchanged hands
I've never been on Gangland
Got tats on my neck and they think I'm in a gang
Damn!
So what I gotta blue laces
And I'm fighting for my life, cause a nigga got two cases
I guess I got these crackers shook
They scared to death when they see me
What the fuck?
Do I look like a criminal, criminal, criminal, criminal
What the fuck?
Do I look like a criminal, criminal, criminal, criminal
What the fuck?
These tattoos got them thinking I'm bad news
I'm the reason their kids like to listen to rap tunes
But cash rules, my face covered in scars
Cops is on me cause they think I'm trynna run from a charge
Man it's bad, I can't even hit the ball in peace
The second the public see me they just call police
I keep my third eye open when I walk these streets
They don't wanna give me chances all they want is the beef
And I know I did some real wild shit in my past
So they test me by telling me I gotta piss in this glass
This shit isn't right, I ask them what they talking about
Cause I see them them out my window when they watching my house
I swear to God they better not step foot on my yard
I'll start jumping at these suckers, have them look at their God
Fuck a stereotype, you better take it back bitch
I wasn't born this way, the cops made me like this
I ain't a criminal
Do I look like a criminal, criminal, criminal, criminal
What the fuck?
Do I look like a criminal, criminal, criminal, criminal
What the fuck?
Do I look like a criminal?
Cause my pants be saggin'
Red box scissors and my drawers are slaggin'
They that my facials look so violent
What the fuck, that's racial profiling
Pull me over like my tag is expired and shit
Like there's no way it's his, he high, why that shit
Gun registered, still trynna hide that shit
Till this day they can't believe they let me buy that shit
I come to visit, you think I'm scoping out your spot
They takin' pictures, you takin' this for my mugshot?
They be calling me a criminal for so damn long
Start to believe they right you gon' make do something wrong
You see me in the hood, you think I'm trynna rob you
I'm just talking to you when you think I'm trynna calm you
No matter what, they gon' call me a crook
So you think I give a fuck if I look like a motherfucking criminal?
Do I look like a criminal, criminal, criminal, criminal
What the fuck?
Do I look like a criminal, criminal, criminal, criminal
What the fuck?