Critics

[Chorus]
This one go out to my critics, I do numbers got analytics
You all doubted me but I still did it
Life threw me a curveball, I stepped up and hit it
I Whip it and flip it and go hit the lick then I bag up the money and zip it
So zip up your mouth, you can't even count all of these digits in my bank account but there's no amount
That satisfies me, I wanna count until my fingers bleed
I do what I do and I do is me, critics are just haters and fakers with no real XP

Man fuck a critic, fuck what they think
I got no limits, I don't even blink
Fuck up check and I fuck up a Brinks
Fuck up my neck with these golden links

[Verse]
Whatchu think I ain't listen to critics
I jump over the chain link and the pickets
How u think I went and madе my own tickets
I never gavе up and pushed beyond limits
I keep pushing that weight like every minute
Other rappers just puppets and gimmicks
I made three million up in a pandemic
Come at me bro if u tryna scrimmage
You shouldn't focus so much on your image
'Cause I be training and eating my spinach
Put a dot on your head like I'm ending a sentence
Subtlety isn't somethin I fuck with
If I ask u a question bitch do not duck it
If I say don't touch bitch that means don't touch it
I was made to be rich not to hear all your fuck shit

[Chorus]
This one go out to my critics, I do numbers got analytics
You all doubted me but I still did it
Life threw me a curveball, I stepped up and hit it
I Whip it and flip it and go hit the lick then I bag up the money and zip it
So zip up your mouth, you can't even count all of these digits in my bank account but there's no amount
That satisfies me, I wanna count until my fingers bleed
I do what I do and I do is me, critics are just haters and fakers with no real XP

[Verse 2]
I got XP in the art of the hustle
I got XP flexing hard building that muscle
I got XP from grinding out of the rubble
I got XP in makin my profits double
I got XP from spending time in the trenches
I got XP in brawling clearing the benches
I got XP in balling flexing my fitness
I got XP makin profits with my business

[Chorus]
This one go out to my critics, I do numbers got analytics
You all doubted me but I still did it
Life threw me a curveball, I stepped up and hit it
I Whip it and flip it and go hit the lick then I bag up the money and zip it
So zip up your mouth, you can't even count all of these digits in my bank account but there's no amount
That satisfies me, I wanna count until my fingers bleed
I do what I do and I do is me, critics are just haters and fakers with no real XP