Lyrics:
'em all
Critics have written 'em off
Trick, I'ma boss
I might not be bigger than Ross but still might be bigger than yours
I smell like the vault
that in a minute
We about to shatter the critics
I am a savage, admit it
A lot of baggage I live in
That's why the passion is different
Really don't
up on your pedestal
Quick, quick, quick, here the critics come, it's time to go
I read your article, it kinda hurt me
I don't know who hired you
in the gutters coughing my blood up
What if you found out you made me
'Cause critics were driving me crazy
This kinda thing shouldn't phase me
But
niggas done get it all
The wicked you get it delivered to y'all
And give it a negative critic
Know when I spit it them people are giving the calls
admissible
Zip it or get a kick in the genitals
When I spit it niggas critic
'Cause every time I come with it
The winner victor definitive pen and pad
feeling you can do better, then you a dreamer
I'm gonna live and give critics the middle finger
Bringing hella disaster, ain't nobody no femur
Welcome
Hey people we're victimized and circumcised
Crossed the line of no return
The critics say we devastate
Socialites just masturbate
Won't
feeling flyer than a bag of bees
Fuck critics, (How's your dick?), "Shit, How's your knees?"
Y'all on my dick more than my index when I take a pee
Came
the stage and show these people how I do this shit so often
Got em yelling like they're Paul Revere on horseback outta Boston
You critics can't deny it,
and chasten
Fuck them crackers up at Mountain Dew them niggas is racist
Cabbage was made, critic faggots was shook
So I told 'em that I'll exchange the word
Careful if you copy end up money on your fitted
Side line critics
Hate the bully with the Wesson's
I swear to god in heaven, don't get caught without
shots like (?)
I'm hot check the critics, call the paramedics
Your man was talking reckless so you know he had to get it
Me and money's magnetic,
shitted on by critics, it's cool, they super rated
Life on the huge and playlist, daily's the fucking basis
Accounting for all the hatred, get off
deh, cant do it now
The only sound is crickets, critics cant speak now
I man si di enemies a rise, ain't no surprise
Mi give bad man a blaze
never stallin' baby
Bitches gon' hate, while the critics critique
I pay them no mind whenever they speak
What they make a year, I can make in a week
I
on the cover of the magazine
Was the one hiding pain that you hadn't seen
Talking about no money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
Same critics love me
Islands to the Virgin Islands
Gucci suitcases (coughs), a chic did it, eff the screw faces
Critics and fans, they need to get a life
You doin' the right
The thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed
The battle surrounded the white flag of your youth
If you need to know that you weathered the storm
Of cruel
salary stacks be running blocks as a factory
Structure capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter
Nigga catcher as I blast a cop
We are Trainwrecks
We think it's uncool to be on time
Mooching off our friends is not a federal crime
Someday we'll cut our critics down to size
their place?
Yeah, will it be the cynic, the critics galore?
The cliché apathetic, passed out on the floor
The trusting complicit who collectively
forever we spit it
Remember, the minute you witness the realest that ever did it
(Quit it)
Still I'm committed! No matter what I hear from the critic
on a rope
'Cause the beats in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music
That the critics are all blasting me for
They'll never
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