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And fuck all the niggas
Who think they're fans
Fuck everyone who think they're
A top notch gold number critic
Suck my nuts specifically uhh
Fuck

it’s compliments to the chef Condiments to the left. Did it to death give a critic the left The kid is blessed cut the cheque see my clique in the flesh

critics
I am a mass on a nation
A pandemic for your sickness
With no vaccination
There is still hatred in my district
With your mother on my mouth and your

where they can't speak what's on their mind
In fear of the critics and the judge
It came up when they dug
Pushing on your luck
Not we gotta find out

Of toxic masculinity
I hide away from my critics
I can't take their honesty
No, I don't need a job
I hate the corporations
I've got a YouTube channel

the rest can run
Pave the way, all the critics stun
Single shot from the glitter gun
I took the lead when the race begun

This is the art of the deal

Fill my heart with love, compassion but battery get drain

Keep it humble, kind n i don't there language
Don't compare, critic coz in know i'm not

N-am nevoie de căști frate, eu simt muzica
Hahahaha

Călare pe dric, transmit ritmic
E momentu' critic
Literar lovesc la cap ca bâta-n neolitic
Toți

(I'm only 19)
Fuck nigga you spitting and rapping like
This without Migos consent want apology
The labels keep talking
The critics keep writing and
All

la ranile
Ei in curs de vindecare
Intentia nu e-in nici un caz pe ea s-o critic
Da' psihic raman deasupra pizdei ca un lindic
Cam ceea ce era de

describe it
Watched my numbers come up, critics
Can't even define it, whoa

Never changed up, never sold out
Devil trying to get my soul
'Cause that fame

To rhyme about vagina bitch

Critics say Benny only rap about bitches
(what?) no, I also rap about ho's
Rap about sluts
(sluts) , rap about skeezers

I'm older now
It's like my critics turned to coaches now
It's like they sharpen my mind and I endured
The opposition cuz they sharpened my rhyme
Like

Broke boi up in his crib
Tryna tell me something
Kid think he a critic tryna tell me something
Chick ain't even with it
Tryna tell me something

Pitchfork 'bout
To give these critics hell
Inking out these verses for a story
I can live and tell
Praying that I see the day that I'm
The one they ship

not fare murder rappers right there
And emancipate songs in a greater rate
I leave critics to talk like it's Laker hate
Fly rap over heads I aviate

Give me an answer
Because I think that it's me
I've told you everything
And you just nod and agree 

I've got this voice
Going off like a critic
I

take shit from day to day
Give it what I got
I don't care if the critics will rave
Let the needle drop

There we have it
I'm feeling a strong four

him
So he do not be winning
Can't see my mama grieving me and have a plot to fill in
So I'm choosing me being free out of a box for critics
Last thing

skills? stop and quit I'm not convinced
Come off the fence, indulge in it
A critic of the lyric said I'm cold with it
The pen stoke, Is like poker no limit

all day
I'm feeling energized
Trying to concentrate
I got something to say
How the fuck I'm supposed to tolerate
Everybody's a critic online
Having

one else, it's better for my mind in there
Used to different people, different critics claim I never cared
Truth is I got problems too and I'm focused

on the grind
Got the diction cause critics don't see the vision they blind
This shit lit and we still haven't seen my prime
I'm like Deion
I go beyond niggas

to critics, you pushed me to strive, keep going
I worked and started exceeding the limits
You changed up once my passion became acidic
If you was gone leave