Yung Spike Lee - Darnell Williams, Casey Veggies

What’s a critic to a nigga like me?

What’s a critic to a nigga like me?

What’s a critic to a nigga like me?

Shoot a fuckin' flick, bitch, I’m young Spike Lee

It’s the feelin' of feelin' so fuckin' sick of the feelin'

The doctor’s writin' prescriptions because my mental work different

They think I’m stupid and timid, I say tormented and gifted

I put that weight on my shoulders, most of you hoes couldn’t lift it

Where is my bitch and some Swishers?

Them two be liftin' my spirits

My mama told me the truth, I was just too high to hear it

F-failure too broke to fear it, Satan been chokin' my spirit

I pray to God when they shootin', I know it’s loud, hope he hear it

I’m in the 40s with Crips (what up), on MLK

Nah, I ain’t bangin' but I live that shit like every day

I’m that nigga with the frames and the Michigan plates

The one these hoes wanna fuck but this dick ain’t free

Bitch, I’m an MVP from the west of the D

Nah, fuck the sugar coatin', bitch, I’m the best of the D

Got a problem, Insta-, Tweet, DM a message to me

I reply every time, aye, nigga fuck what you think, LOL

What’s a critic to a nigga like me?

Pull your wifey in a fuckin' white tee

Turn the lights out then I «Do the Right Thing»

Shoot a fuckin' flick, bitch, I’m young Spike Lee

Bitch, I’m young Spike Lee, bitch, I’m young Spike Lee

Bitch, I’m young Spike Lee and my dead stop threes

Turn the lights out then I «Do the Right Thing»

Shoot a fuckin' flick, bitch, I’m young Spike Lee

Ayy, now get the fuck out your feelings

I give your main chick the business

Make a movie like Spike, I play the roll as a villain

I’m not robbin' or dealin', I got my mind on a million

I ain’t worried 'bout the hustle, got my own way to get it

Just landed in L.A., Darnell scooped me in the 6

Ask him, «Who whip is this?»

He said, «It's District;

Virginia»

Like man, she gave me some chips and now he pourin' up zips

I been outta the country, yeah, just spendin' some currency

Well I been out in Hollywood, gettin' paid to direct

Smack the shit out a nigga who won’t be quiet on set

Ain’t no smiles in my town, bitch, I’m as nice as it get

He trade the «Summer of Sam», he kill whoever you with

I wish I could give a fuck but that shit don’t pay the rent

Don’t really care for you niggas, like the U.S. government

And you know, you goin' broke 'cause you lack common sense

Want 40 acres, keep the mule, I need girl number 6, shit

What’s a critic to a nigga like me?

Pull your wifey in a fuckin' white tee

Turn the lights out then I do the right thing

Shoot a fuckin' flick, bitch, I’m young Spike Lee

Bitch, I’m young Spike Lee, bitch, I’m young Spike Lee

Bitch, I’m young Spike Lee and my dead stop threes

Turn the lights out then I do the right thing

Shoot a fuckin' flick, bitch, I’m young Spike Lee