STARINTHESKY - Critics lyrics
[STARINTHESKY - Critics lyrics]
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 digit's 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 limit's, I don't even blink
Fuck up check and I fuck up a Brinks
Fuck up my neck with these golden links
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 limit's
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
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 digit's 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
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 profit's 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 profit's with my business
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 digit's 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
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 digit's 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 limit's, I don't even blink
Fuck up check and I fuck up a Brinks
Fuck up my neck with these golden links
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 limit's
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
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 digit's 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
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 profit's 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 profit's with my business
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 digit's 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