Da Youngfellaz - Fnck A Rap Critic lyrics
rate meDo you
Do you understand what I’m saying?
Do you
Do you understand what I’m saying?
Do you
Do you understand what I’m saying?
Dig this, f a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
He talk about it while I live it
F a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
He talk about it while I live it
F a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
He talk about it while I live it
F a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
He talk about it while I live it
F a rap critic, I’m rap’s gift in a crack kitchen
Over a hot stoves I drop flow like the trap kicking
Watch him gambling and picking fights
Youngling you, ain’t living right
How many younglings got it out
Before you know that pistol strikes
Blood, get you money get your team straight
Regardless of the fuckery, just stay out of a feud’s way
‘Cause you don’t care about his life
Well, he don’t care about his shit neither
This shit deeper than anything that you speak of
Maliciously pushing stunt till they realize that we freed up
Yeah, who the fuck these niggas think they are
Spitting bars that are off the wall
Black and white, black and white, it’s blacker than white
You try to separate the colors, then how do you ride
We try to separate the colors, then how do you die
But if we separate them maybe they will not cop you alive
F a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
He talk about it while I live it
F a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
He talk about it while I live it
F a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
He talk about it while I live it
F a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
He talk about it while I live it
Hello Brooklyn, I swear to God that you made me speaking so vivid
You can hear this in HD
Hit the box a couple of years, college ave almost raised me
But crown heist needed a baby so I came right back
To the same place that I started at
Where I used to rock overalls and started caps
Now I’m great for new riches and hard denim
Army dressed in YFT’s, going to war with them
The newest coups, I swear that my niggas all I ‘em
They take them shots I swear I don’t even spark with ‘em
By any means my niggas is feeling shine
Feeling like Malcolm peeking behind them blinds
Better be careful nigga, trying to touch what’s mine
Young black committed to take a look inside his mind
We ain’t never scared, Google me
I swear to God that we everywhere
The jungle that you blog about we living in, we tenants here
F a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
He talk about it while I live it
F a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
He talk about it while I live it
F a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
He talk about it while I live it
F a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
He talk about it while I live it
