Critics (feat. HBK Leek)

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I done got hurt so many times nobody see that I got intentions
Used to get played by all these bitches I ain't gonna miss em
Round killers drug dealers I can't wait to say i'm out the trenches
I got a lot of people with me I know that they feel it
Speaking from the heart know people watch me they not tryna hear it
Grown niggas begging for a feature they be steady leeching
Told niggas in a year I bet you hear me on the speaker
Now I got critics where was this when I was in the bleachers

I say I beat 'em but lord knows that he still see that demon in me
Cold heart but I don't do no wrong ain't got no evil in me
Come through four deep you know how we rocking like it's the Beatles with me
Niggas want me stretched out on that bed so gotta keep a glizzy 
You show out we gon blow that tech we do not referee 
We spin blocks three times we be on that bullshit when we repeat
Never stuck just to the streets
Aint just hang around the geeks 
I kept it balanced shorty That's why I'm still standing on my feet 
You want that action we pack static and do damage boa
Show out when we got to cause we stuck on that cabbage boa
Flex all that money yo pockets wait till we tap it
You gon let this rapping title fool you til you on that gravel boa 
You want that action we pack static and do damage boa
Show out when we got to cause we stuck on that cabbage boa
You flex that money on Insta wait till we catch you
You big ballin it won't matter if my niggas come and snatch it

I done got hurt so many times nobody see that I got intentions
Used to get played by all these bitches I ain't gonna miss em
Round killers drug dealers i can't wait to say i'm out the trenches
I got a lot of people with me I know that they feel it
Speaking from the heart know people watch me they not tryna hear it
Grown niggas beggin for a feature they be steady leeching
Told niggas in a year I bet you hear me on the speaker
Now I got critics where was this when I was in the bleachers

Call my phone and I'll be there in a jiffy 
It get dirty and real ugly it's not pretty 
Wipe the scene clean mr clean spiffy 
Convos with yo girl and she said she miss me miss me 
Yeah that bitch she freaky she gon licky licky up
I decline I ain't with that kissy kissy stuff 
They say they love you but they don't really give a f*ck
Took his life for granted now he wishing he could live it up 
Ima nice guy don't get it twisted
I might slit your throat 
Or shots gon hit yo fitted 
Please don't make me pay a visit
Try to play the hero they gon treat you like a villain
I stay sober I don't drink it's only juice that I be sippin
Try to judge me I won't judge you you can make your own decisions 
Just admit it me and bro we gon be ballin like we mike and pippen 
I don't gotta mimic 
I don't gotta fake no image
I just hop up on a track and speak on how I'm feeling 
In the booth and I hoopin like I'm ballin in a scrimmage 
Moving through the stars they hating I don't got no limits
I might lose my mind I lose my top they sayin I don't got no ceiling
Watch me turn into a savage call me Popeye off the spinach bitch

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