Critics Lyrics – Yesify

When I was kid I used to wanna rap
Met the wrong friends, and got invited to the trap
Oh crap, here he goes again
Braggin’ on the beat

I don’t flex, stupid
I spit facts in defeat
No more sad raps, they don’t care how I felt
People get offended when I’m confident in myself

I tooo the Christian way, I’m not the rapper that I was
I ain’t glorifyin’ liquor, I ain’t glorifyin’ drugs (f#ck, f#ck)
Now I’m goin’ in it
Now I’m bashin’ on the critics

Either wit’ me or you isn’t
My scene is fine and twisted
I ain’t f#ckin’ wit’ yo image
I’m happy to come and rip it

And I shut they #ss up like somе motherf#ckin’ critics (Aye)
They tеll me that i sucks
They say that I should quit
I tell them, “No sir”

I’m on my petty sh#t
Don’t need no education
Stick that pencil in your eyelid
No more stayin’ silent

b#tch, I’ll spread just like a virus
Adrenaline pumpin’, I’m thinkin’ that I’m excited
And my f#ckin’ lyrics about to start a riot (Uh)
Back up on my petty sh#t

I do this on a daily
Fancy foreign cars, why you always flexin’ Mercedes
Hidin’ in the shadow like I’m Shady
I’m goin’ at a rapper who goes my the name Swazey

A phoney Eminem copy, killed his own career
And I crash like Kamikaze (Kaze)
Stupid ‘lil b#tch can’t top me (b#tch can’t top me, uh)
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Yesify Lyrics – Critics

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