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Critical, Critical

Critical, yeah Critical
The way they left and disrespect me that was pitiful
Yeah, uh pitiful
Then you turn around and you try to have me ridiculed
Why these niggas bored? dont want no money they in a different mood
Stepping on my toes, you not my bro now I need different shoes
Critical critical this shit critical
Critical critical that shit critical

Ima need like three cars for the carrier
I've been swapping my fiat for Ethereum
And they mad I can't keep going out my way but I had carried them
If I was you, and you was me I know you would have buried him
I was still on my grind I had wore Perry Ellis
Going through the motions I had smoked until my fingers yellow
Turning your back on me, in fact you took that pic together
And I was so broken, I couldn't focus got my shit together
And why you choking on your words? You better say something better
Bitch keep talking about her birth sign, thats nothing clever
Why you prefer all the fur? I would have done the leather
Bitches turn into a bird when it comes to cheddar
And that broke nigga he ride on pedals
Big fan of me, so he know that im that guy forever
I told him come see me, you in my DMs but if you pop up better
Im taking it easy on your stupid ass cause you dont know better
Talking about money but where its at? Cause I ain't seen no cheddar
I dont need to explain much
Im still selling the same stuff
So I ain't never really change much nigga and its

Critical, yeah Critical
The way they left and disrespect me that was pitiful
Yeah, uh pitiful
Then you turn around and you try to have me ridiculed
Why these niggas bored? dont want no money they in a different mood
Stepping on my toes, you not my bro now I need different shoes
Critical critical this shit critical
Critical critical that shit critical

Yeah, uh the realness
Why this nigga talk out his neck? I got a kill switch
Took a left and lost my respect acting like children
Its critical
I gotta stunt with my residuals
Never asked for nothing I always been a individual
Ain't nothing got made for a nigga like me, so I had to bend the rules
Thug shit I been into, blood on my tennis shoes
Wasn't at the club boy I had money I admitted to
On the weed maps, that was my business boy is you dumb or stupid
They can't see that
They can't see that
I need my peace back
Now when they tell me that they love me I say fuck it better keep that
Don't even text me anytime I get your message I delete that
You was right there on your kneecaps
Thinking I can't peep that, its your little secret

Critical, yeah Critical
The way they left and disrespect me that was pitiful
Yeah, uh pitiful
Then you turn around and you try to have me ridiculed
Why these niggas bored? dont want no money they in a different mood
Stepping on my toes, you not my bro now I need different shoes
Critical critical this shit critical
Critical critical that shit critical