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sitting with a higher head space fuck a critic
Can't say I ain't put an effort to perspectives that's ahead of me
Stop it a cappella perfect timing guess

This ain't even rap dog
I started up a whole new religion
Gave em these words that they can live by
That's why when they see me out
I'm always going

ready take losses then start twisting the plot
A critic couldn't knock me down matter when they punching their clock
Might lose my life between

that I control the streets
On a level a critic cannot reach
Murdering this beat with lyrics as I preach
Digging this shit deep for things that I seek
For

won't hit
She got ass like baby you gifted
Way to the top you niggas is lifted
Critics
Can't fuck with these critics
I got a heart like a diamond
When I

Higher learning but above the influence
Here this nigga go they see me as a nuisance
Wishful thinking about becoming a star
Critics say i'm not up

to rap, yeah
Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap
Okay, I modern all my critics down, they call me saga
That turns a story into drama, near the lava
I keep my book

Giving people ten percent, give the rest to you
But I'm still confused why
I feel more distant every day that goes by
Knot in my stomach really hope it

somewhere with my thoughts cruising by the ocean
On Instagram less
Me no social media junky
You might just miss your blessings
That's what my father taught me

tryna tame his inner beast
But critics at the dinner table treat me like the centerpiece
Mom's still using my name on her cable bills
Got a degree but

me nah break down
Ghetto youth nah make the critics them tell you fi mute
Everybody waan fi be a millionaire
Go harder fi your dream cah the better day

of myself
Judge a book by it's cover
You get put on the shelf
In other words
I got stories
That's supplying my wealth
I know you critics very well

critics
Kill it
Kill it
We aint gon stop until we rich
Kill it
Kill it
Don't give a fuck about them critics
Kill it
Kill it
We aint gon stop until we rich

Nine nigga I don't got a limit
My biggest critic's me ain't a way to take it from me
Niggas in my phone hit me up still waiting on me
Lotta people that I

never
They say the good die young
Well Ima live forever
Forever

I’m through with playing the good guy
It’s either you stood by, or saw me waving goodbye

Rendered mad by a use of the words
I intended to force you to choose if your
Black or your white then your wrong or your right
Your divided and certainly

the pistol did it
Fuck the critic's I rap for niggas who really live
I get devious send a shooter won't know I did it
Hit a lick and split it
Growing up was

brand new album
To Whom It May Concern
Yeah
Critics say I'm doing way too much
To be real I feel that I don't do enough
Shout out to my small fanbase they

You won't get out. You won't get out. You won't get out

You are prone to critic
But you're just a statis-tic
Annoying rightiousness
Criticize 'cause

lose
I wanna weep I kinda wish I was a willow tree
This pain is evermore but I don't get no sympathy
From critics deep inside trying to belittle me
It's

on the wall they don't care there's
Critics, Critics, chirping like crickets
Waiting for the golden ticket in someone's business oh
It's a shame we go to this

move on and forgive
Let it all hang out
Holdin back's no way to live
Let your feelins show
This life will pass by quick
Let's live it up won't stand for

the critics
What I say I really live it
If I die it's a inside job
All Depending on
How they did it

Up in the paint it's a Mis match
All my cases Dismiss that

your critics below
But constructive ones always allow me to grow 
Take this back take that back
Make me follow is a no if you tell me I'm whack
Pack it