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dawg to my biggest critic
Now I'm Mike Vick with 7 when i see you
We don't hear no see no speak no 
Fame could make a nigga get evil
Money make a nigga

as a message to society

Well, where did action go wrong
No point in making sense of something so mystique
I pledge allegiance to the critics and the caskets
I

Yuh
Woah
Yuh
Woah

Ever just wanna go away
Feel like you going insane
Everyone's a critic anyway
Don't wanna stay in they lane
Ever sit

It's Survival of The Fittest
I ain't trying to fit in
I don't care about critics
I'm busy breaking my limits
I want the gold not silver
I want

the lord
I'm above my critics like an eagle when it soars
F**k a classroom, only walk through studio doors

I just wanna an all black, shiny fast foreign

waiting to combust
Even with the odds set against us
Even when the critics said enough
We wouldn't let them win
We could only dream big
Countless times

yeah, I'm doing fine
Imma make em' all believe before I die, yeah
I'm the king of all this shit, I swear that I am
You say I'm such a fucking critic, I

a real 
Lights, Cameras, Action strike a pose with us
Flash 
You see these haters they gone always be some  critics
Lights, Cameras, Action strike a pose

question
You know I get it how I live it 
I don't worry about the critics 
Mamacita better bring it 
No question 
You know I'm all about my bread no question

flew along
Till your wings grew fuller and then you were gone
But I'm no canary, I sing my own songs

And they say you're your own worst critic
But you

all you people's feelings
I'm comfortable but if I think too much, I'm a critic
I cherish the days where for once I just fit in

Frozen weather outside,

Yuh yuh yuh yuhhhhh
Yuh yuh yuh yuhhhhh
Analytics, hieroglyphics, mind tricks with them Jedi kush sticks
Paralytics deceitful critics no stars for

the only
Thing we know
But we ain't too proud
Ain't too proud
And I can't find the critic
In the crowd

At the temple of
Pazz & Jop
Bend and kiss some feet

Only taking steps that will make me proud
You could hate me now
Critics just like crickets only making sounds

And I walk off
Pumping all this gas ain't

my line I’ll see you later
The critics on my ass about the past man I can’t shake them
The pills up in my stash they go too fast man I can’t take them

hunnid season
Lookin at somethin thats real when you see me
Critics they watchin the sauce like a tv

Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea
Least two hundred my dash

Popeye flex, no spinach
My team got richer every minute, you critics
Kill the fucking game, you scrimmage
Bringing in the bags like Christmas, I'm

need 
When I am feeling blue

It seems I'm my worst critic
Imagination is running my soul
I don't know how to stop that
Constantly present pest

You are

making
And let me remind you of the things that I´ve been trough
All lies, all critics that I´ve been trough
Never thought that I´d be writing my songs

see better days
But everybody's a critic
So we don't care what you say
If i see one more comment about how i look
I swear to god I'm gonna go crazy
My

the sickest in the city
But u wasn’t fuckin wit it, now u in yo feelings, Tired of hearin critics, tryna judge the way I’m living
I’m on my way up
I’m on my way

the economy is not inspired
And another virus slowed down my email again

I don't care what the software critics think
Or if the software gods have got us

I heard they got faces on sale
I heard they just want a nigga dead 
Only difference is I don't affiliate 
Critics come and go but the name forever

zu mir
Kein Ton
Alles still im Paradies
Zeit lohnt jeden Augenblick genieß
Ich denn Fuck the critics
Ich bin happy, besser isses
Fokussier mich auf