Letra F a rap critic Pro.Era

F a rap critic

featuring Chuck Strangers, Kirk Knight and Joey Bada$$
Produced by Statik Selektah

(Chorus)
F A rap critic, he talked about it while I lived it,
He talked about it while I lived it.
F A rap critic, he talked about it while I lived it,
He talked about it while I lived it.
F A rap critic, he talked about it while I lived it,
He talked about it while I lived it.
F A rap critic, he talked about it while I lived it,
He talked about it while I lived it.

(Verse)
I break hearts, a hundred dollar bills on cheap grills,
I spend it all, fuck on my wallet, stay on fulfill
You, while I’m on east end, bitches doing eat pills,
Tracky, he get free fails, on strip clubs, all at once.
Black and red ones can roll with a cold one,
My ex, she went juizy, but I can give a fuck, I’m with
Rocking, smoking loosies, life think a better sense,
They heard about that error, they say junky got beats.
But it’s false, can be better, well if you gonna suck my dick
Make it wetter, odds against you
You started bumping midnight miratas, niggers smoking with your daughters,
You be getting bitches until I see karmas.
Nigger’s fucked up, this better be problems,
But the most part the niggers don’t be whiling,
And if she ain’t got no rubbers it’s no backstage pass
Retreat the dumb shit and watch the bitch get tossed and all my buddies just laugh.

(Chorus)
F A rap critic, he talked about it while I lived it,
He talked about it while I lived it.
F A rap critic, he talked about it while I lived it,
He talked about it while I lived it.
F A rap critic, he talked about it while I lived it,
He talked about it while I lived it.
F A rap critic, he talked about it while I lived it,
He talked about it while I lived it.

(Verse)
From the block to the block, keeping hitting shot like the chromosome on the ends,
The sale’s gone wrong.
All I see is D boys trying to hold it down while I’m in the left, trying to get the crown.
Probably fill out that coffin at the most high,
Don’t wanna see you cough in atmosphere till I hit the fucking office.
I’m here then I’m off this, I’m trying to be a prophet,
And I heard a nigger’s lost it.
I’m so far, lounging back on sofa,
Niggers try to sensible me up like soap opera.
The sense have been so on, absorbed through sky the things,
Make the niggers throw the towel in.
But word to the green is just 48 laws of power
Any word to the world I’m only a fucking owl in.
Praise to the holy father, while looking undercover, why bother?

(Chorus)
F A rap critic, he talked about it while I lived it,
He talked about it while I lived it.
F A rap critic, he talked about it while I lived it,
He talked about it while I lived it.
F A rap critic, he talked about it while I lived it,
He talked about it while I lived it.
F A rap critic, he talked about it while I lived it,
He talked about it while I lived it.

(Verse)
You already knew when I get the microphone check in,
If I feel threatened as soon as I step in.
Use the mic is my weapon, reload my mind,
Fire my thoughts and then I record these lines.
B boy’s behind, but what they’re trying to find,
My nod, 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 your problem with that?
They like chew you on the metals, but it’s harder than that.
Diamonds ain’t gold on me, the vanities got their hold on me,
The Emmy eyes got cold on me.
But they don’t know who Ice is despite this shit,
Got in a sun to get you enlightened with.
Strike like lightning there, cobras start biting ‘em
But cold blood stick you in and get you right in there.

(Chorus)
F A rap critic, he talked about it while I lived it,
He talked about it while I lived it.
F A rap critic, he talked about it while I lived it,
He talked about it while I lived it.
F A rap critic, he talked about it while I lived it,
He talked about it while I lived it.
F A rap critic, he talked about it while I lived it,
He talked about it while I lived it.