Lyrics:
lost
The minds of men their hearts did twist
The devils Soul their lips did kiss
They'll never find a golden voice, the critics choice with the lips
a motion pic
You won't get a gif of her
I'm the critics choice
Like it was a Nick offer man
Cut the shit talking
You ain't really big ballin' man
I'm in
and get those kids head banging
It's the critics choice to choose
Corporations are the artists painting
It's the peoples voice to lose
Kill pop
even invite a few choice critics, those syph'litic parasitics
Buy 'em a pint of Smithwick's and smother 'em with my charm
'Cause then I'm gonna get
charten on the first lic.
8. then we out....critics its a choice pick when in doubt your edm clout took my time figured out the game ow..here we come
charten on the first lic.
8. then we out....critics its a choice pick when in doubt your edm clout took my time figured out the game ow..here we come
turn
to our critic
From their two choices
we're conditioned to pick....
In politics From
either bloods or crips
Blood..black ain't just
the color
behavior, every choice every critics
And it's been like this way before I was a teen
It's in my genes from the start man you know what I mean
Cause every
Everybody
Everybody
Welcome
I say welcome
To slappy's house
Of critics
Of critics
Everybody
Everybody
Welcome
I say welcome
To slappy's house
Started rapping best decision (Skurt)
They won't give me a listen give a fuck the hate the new tradition
Don't gotta choice I gotta ballistic critics too
the rest of 'em
I took my city by storm I never asked for it
I'm with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys
I ain't have no choice
Throw hands like Chuchu
Toriyama bars still Dr. Slump you
Fifty Cal no two two
Everyone duck no Princess Tutu
No critic it don't stink, oh
But it go
It's over when you pointed your gun
At the people who stand for their rights
Why did you shoot them with your firearms?
Now they have no choice
Choices
Choices
Tell Me Where They At Though Huh
Choices
Huh
To infinity and beyond I see my life growing
I hit up BIG Vinci for the song he said
I'm searching
I'm seeking
I'm awash in critics
And washed-out cynics
I'm turning
I'm speaking
And I'm coming
I'm coming up for air
So don't show me
we ducking the cops
The critics gone come with opinions
I say fuck what they saying, I gotta go get it
The choices I'm making
From the options given
I
Foes that want to make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money, cash, hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid, what type of facts are those?
Foes that want to make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid, what type of facts are those?
If
the choice is yours
To not be a, hippo critic selfish cynic
But change the world one word at a time
You've had your fun now please be done
And help join
of empty noise that makes you think you have a choice
You're the next in line to stand in line
It's a waste of time
Devil speaks and makes men think that
these fucking critics hating on me was expected
Taught myself to rap for all them times I felt neglected
Shawty made a choice I didn’t like but I
wrong critics silent
Keep it hundred though I'm being honest
Must I rewind this and post up a memo
Hard times my life falling like a domino
It's a cold
on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money, Cash, Hoes"
He's from the hood stupid, what type of facts
why why why
I guess I shoulda known better
It's never the critic that counts
'Cause critics only wanna talk
While enlightened minds and open
.jpg/220px-The_Backyard_(album).jpg "The Backyard Critics")
Discuss these Critics Choice Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In