[Intro: Darnell Williams]
What's a critic to a n***a like me?
What's a critic to a n***a like me?
What's a critic to a n***a like me?
Shoot a f**in' flick, b**h, I'm young Spike Lee
[Verse 1: Darnell Williams]
It's the feelin' of feelin' so f**in' sick of the feelin'
The doctor's writin' prescriptions because my mental work different
They think I'm stupid and timid, I say tormented and gifted
I put that weight on my shoulders, most of you hoes couldn't lift it
Where is my b**hes and swishas? Them two be liftin' my spirits
My mama told me the truth, I was just too high to hear it
Failure too broke to fear it, Satan been chokin' my spirit
I pray to God when they shootin', I know it's loud hope he hear it
I'm in the 40s with Crips (what up), on MLK
Nah, I ain't bangin' but I live that sh** like every day
I'm that n***a with the frames and the Michigan plates
The one these hoes wanna f** but this dick ain't free
b**h, I'm an MVP from the west of the D
Nah, f** the sugar coatin', b**h, I'm the best of the D
Got a problem, insta tweet, DM my message to me
I reply every time, that n***a f** what you think, LOL
[Chorus: Darnell Williams]
What's a critic to a n***a like me?
Pull your wifey in a f**in' white tee
Turn the lights out then I do the right thing
Shoot a f**in' flick, b**h, I'm young Spike Lee
b**h, I'm young Spike Lee, b**h, I'm young Spike Lee
b**h, I'm young Spike Lee and my dead stop threes
Turn the lights out then I do the right thing
Shoot a f**in' flick, b**h, I'm young Spike Lee
[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
Ayy, now get the f** out your feelings, I give your main chick the business
Make a movie like Spike, I play the roll as a villain
I'm not robbin' or dealin', I got my mind on a million
I ain't worried 'bout the hustle, got my own way to get it
Just landed in LA, Darnell scooped me in the 6
Ask him, "Who whip is this?" He said it's, "District Virginia"
Like man, she gave me some chips and I ain't pourin' up zips
I been outta the country, yeah, this Spanish currency
[Verse 3: Darnell Williams]
Well I been out in Hollywood, gettin' paid to direct
Smack the sh** out a n***a who won't be quiet on set
Ain't no smiles in my town, b**h, I'm as nice as it get
He trade the summer [?], he k** whoever you with
I wish I could give a f** but that sh** don't pay the rent
Don't really care for you n***as, like the U.S. government
And you know, you goin' broke 'cause you lack common sense
Want 40 acres, keep the mule, I need girl number 6, sh**
[Chorus: Darnell Williams]
What's a critic to a n***a like me?
Pull your wifey in a f**in' white tee
Turn the lights out then I do the right thing
Shoot a f**in' flick, b**h, I'm young Spike Lee
b**h, I'm young Spike Lee, b**h, I'm young Spike Lee
b**h, I'm young Spike Lee and my dead stop threes
Turn the lights out then I do the right thing
Shoot a f**in' flick, b**h, I'm young Spike Lee