F A Rap Critic Lyrics - Chuck Strangers

[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, fuck up my wallet, stay on refill 

Your wallet on E still, bitches doing E pills 

Chuckie he get free fills, at strip clubs going once 

Black and red 1s, blunt rolled with a cold one 

My ex she been choosy, but I could give a fuck 

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' suck my dick, make it wetter 

Odds against Che is slaughtered 

Bumpin' Midnight marauders 

Niggas smoking with your daughters 

You ain't getting beats until I see commas 

Niggas act up, there's finna be problems 

For the most part but niggas don't be wildin' 

And if she ain't got no rubbers, it's no backstage pass 

Retweet a dumb shit and watch the bitch get gassed 

And all my Prodies just laugh 

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[Hook] 

Eff a rap critic 

He talk about it while I live it 

Talk about it while I live it 

[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 fuckin office 

Sign me up, then I'm off this 

I'm tryna be a prophet, I don heard niggas lost it 

I'm so far, loungin back, I'm sofa 

Niggas tryna censor me out like SOPA 

But the sensor is so on, observe through scaffoldings 

Make niggas throw the towel in 

But word to the green it's just 48 laws of powering 

And word to the ? I'm only a fuckin hour in 

Praise to the holy father while ducking undercover 

Why bother? Aiight [Water] 

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[Hook] 

Eff a rap critic 

He talk about it while I live it 

Talk about it while I live it 

[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 it's a 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 shit 

Got enough shine to get you enlighten with 

Strike like lightning, cobras try bitin him 

But cold's blood thicker than the ink you writin in 

[Hook] 

Eff a rap critic 

He talk about it while I live it 

Talk about it while I live it