[Intro: King Critical]

Hope you heard what I said (x3)



[Verse 1: King Critical]




Cuz I swear that I'm not to be fucked wit
Cruising thru them city blocks
We Running from silly cops hittem with the diddy bop like it's nothing



They say Critic ya lyrics hot you gon give em what you got



Finna have the city lock then we jumping

I say I hope the world feel it how you feel it
Tryna have the critics say that critic shit I'm loving
N***as gon Remember these 16s dumping
At 16 I was sick teen with concussion raps
To rap till it's a wrap killing the function


Killing the map Eating you rap n***as at luncheons

As far as I'm concern you n***as should be concern
With everything that concern me bumping
Cuz the success that I yearn gon get you put in a urn


Cuz critical tryna earn him something
And I won't stop ... till my mother sitting in a yacht
Till my mother sitting in the motherland

Fuck a son of Sam law critic gon get paid for these shots
Critics get amazed when I drop
Critical spit it hard my n***a this shit is hot
Can't even call it a bar my n***a call it a BAAAR!
N***as calling the cops all cuz I wrote these words hope you heard...
[Verse 2: King Critical]



Cuz I swear that I'm not to be fucked wit

Late night dating with Sanaa lathan
Only way that you can say I'm on some fuck shit
Lately I been unable with labels like fuck it
The spade to put my cards on the table like fuck it
In a rage to spit the hardest of fables ima fuck it up


With bars to Benjamin like a 100 bucks

Seems likes I gotta let a couple buck


N***as wanna know what type of shit he on
How he live? How he big and he can still have any type of bitch he want

This n***a hype is worth only a cypher verse no type of work and still he own
But for the love of the money I gotten reaping what I sow
I got that shit from bizzy bone
It's the mogul club n***as better know wassup
Show us love spitting that salt for yo open cut


Claim you talking that talk but I'm calling yo bluff

Knowing wassup you n***as ain't hard
And I'm pulling yo card like you rolled in a bus
Rhythm and bars from the wizard of oz and


I'm Spitting it hard till I'm oprah wit bucks

Peep thru the back door
Seen the enemy with a black whore
Black boy felt the bat to da back then backed off
Backed up looked at me with the mask on all cuz he should've heard..
[Outro]


Now he know that I'm not to be fucked wit
Tell the weak n***as in the industry they gon remember these
Black ram lyrics he's coming


(Head first at you n***as)
Remember these Black ram lyrics he's coming