Stack Bundles - For The Critics lyrics

[Intro] Dopeboy I told ya'll I can k** this track n***a Rap's makover the mixtape in stores soon man These n***as is crazy Heard these n***as say I was a mixtape artist or something Like is you retarded My song game's impeccable But the fans know what it is Let me talk to the critics [Verse 1] Listen the critics is talking They got questions I got answers I'm not sick, I'm offended I got cancer They asking about the dancing, I was a kid 14 I was getting about $1000 a vid Dude crying in interviews they wanna know what he mean Mad wife crossed over where the gra** was green Saying I stole from Wayne, that's the name of his team Squad Up! got that sh** poppin on the scene Wanna know if I'm a hustler or I just sell d** And I don't beef with f*ggots, I just shoot thugs Nah, I'm just pulling ya tail Could'nt pay a n***a to front if he sang with Jay and Pharrell En Vogue flow, giving somethin they can feel Even the blind can see it's no need for brail And um, when it come to the Rock It's no singers round here, it's no need for Rell [Narration] They keep askin bout the desert storm situation Me and the A-Team still makin cla**ics Joe, Cain, Fab, what up Clue my dude, wait till they hear that Lil Mo sh** It's nothin, I got some more sh** though The Riot Squad is that gang Holla at me, 917-443-4820 man It's all love [Verse 2] I'm not glory hog, I could'nt if I would Fab made Desert Storm good I just made Desert Storm hood They had to block, I supplied the Rock In other words I just helped solidify they spot I'm not the star of the label Just the strongest leg Which makes me the essential part of the table And though you might've seen 'em on cable Don't get it confused, Cain made this able n***a Not Paul, that's my dude I'm talkin bout raw, a lil nostril food See the deal just gave me j**els And the fame, got me walkin around with this big a** fifth I'm used to matching This don't coordinate with my fit But I can't take if off my hip n***as won't think that I'm hip Like I don't know you sick to your stomach I'm winning and you don't benefit from it The f** you thought, I bag the b**h and let you hump her It's not the block, I know you used to be a pumper But this a whole different ball game Young n***a I'm not for games That Glock will flame n***a The riots that gang n***a Drugs down to bang n***a G'z and Bynoe feel the same n***a Squad Up! [Narration] The fans already know what it is man I'm appreciatin all the love and support I'm gettin out there man Ya'll see me on the corners, Scrambler City holla at me [Verse 3] Look Dear critics, I'm comfy, I'm doing well Comes to the grooves for the ladies sh** I'm feelin as smooth as LL And you can tell by my R&B features Theo negotiating Squad Up sneakers I'm as lyrical as Nas As charamatic as Jay Got his borough on lock like Big still to this day As deep as Beans As slick talkin as Kiss One phrase to describe me I'm on my sh**