Chuck Strangers - F a Rap Critic lyrics

[Hook: Method Man sample] x4 Eff a rap critic He talk about it while I live it Talk about it while I live it [Verse 1: Chuck Strangers] I break hearts, a hundred bills on cheap thrills I spend it all, f** up my wallet, stay on refill Your wallet on E still, b**hes doing E pills Chuckie he get free fills, at strip clubs throwing ones Black and red 1s, blunt rolled with a cold one My ex she been choosy, but I could give a f** I'm with Rocka smoking Lucys, life been getting better Since they heard about the Era They say Chuckie got beats, but his bars can be better Well if you gon' s** my dick, make it wetter Odds against Che is slaughtered Bumpin' Midnight marauders n***as smoking with your daughters You ain't getting beats until I see commas n***as act up, there's finna be problems For the most part but n***as don't be wildin' And if she ain't got no rubbers, it's no backstage pa** Retweet a dumb sh** and watch the b**h get ga**ed And all my Prodies just laugh [Hook] [Verse 2: Kirk Knight] From the block to the block Keepin heaters shunned Like the chromosomes losing ends The cells gone wrong All I see is D-boys, tryna hold it down While I'm in the lab tryna take the crown Puffin loud, coughing at the most high Don't wanna see a coffin At most fear, til I hit the f**in office Sign me up, then I'm off this I'm tryna be a prophet, I don heard n***as lost it I'm so far, loungin back, I'm sofa n***as tryna censor me out like SOPA But the sensor is so on, observe through scaffoldings Make n***as throw the towel in But word to the green it's just 48 laws of powering And word to the world I'm only a f**in hour in Praise to the holy father while ducking undercover Why bother? Aiight [Water] [Hook] [Verse 3: Joey Bada$$] You should already know when I get it mic checking If I feel threatened as soon as I step in Use the mic as my weapon, Reload my mind Fire my thoughts and then I recoil these lines Whoop! d-boys behind, know what they tryna find My nine, but that's my mind, you can't touch it That's a crime, how can I restrain silence I got the right to remain violent I can't stay still what's ya problem with that? They like chill, you earning medals but it's harder than that Diamonds and gold on me, so vanity has got its hold on me But any ice got cold on me So they don't know who Isis is, this priceless sh** Got enough shine to get you enlighten with Strike like lightning, cobras try bitin him But cold blood's thicker than the ink you writin in [Hook]