Look Like a Criminal - Onyx, Merkules

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?

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?

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?

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?