Critic (feat. Touchline)

I made this record for anybody who second guessed it

I wrote these lyrics for all the baddies I haven’t slept with

This stage of my career

The play button is there

I put this song out for anybody who hasn’t pressed it

I never cap on a song

But these days people telling me I’m back in the zone

They waiting on the day I’m actually gone

And I walk the walk but it feel like I’m lacking the tone

They tell me break a leg it feel like I’m cracking the bone

Eish

I just feel like I’m scratching the surface

But I’m actually working

I see these lyricists who pop up my page and they dope

But they don’t rap with an actual purpose

See music is for the people they lacking the service

I just got a text she said Dibi where’s the album it’s been too long

Aren’t you scared your fans are gonna move on

I told her na baby don’t get it twisted

Rappers got them fake fans mine are more realistic

Everytime I drop some s*** I swear I can feel the difference

You just gotta trust me fam believe me I’m in the kitchen

I don’t want it pre-owned I want it in mint condition

I remember when the income was too inconsistent

N****s wanna be close when they was just in the distance

Sorry if you feel like I’m on edge and I’ve been dismissive

I just feel like not talking about it is inefficient

I know you prefer the life when no one was in our business

Guess I gotta think about us both when I make decisions

F*** it man I guess not everybody can see the vision

Dibi why’s it taking you so long when you gon’ get it

Doing s*** is hard man it’s easy to be a critic

Doing it is hard it’s easy to be a quitter

I rap with a

Lisp but when I talk money I sound clearer

Can’t hear a

Hater over the sound of my own greatness

One of the most stainless

Of my era

One pair of

Jordan 1’s on my feet

I reflect so much on what I did

I couldn’t do it with one mirror

You at the top

Boy you’re dead to me

I take you down slowly

Like pallbearer (yeah)

From the bottom of my heart to the top of charts it goes

Don’t sleep unless it’s with women we hardly know

The most love comes from the places we hardly go

Feel pain but on our faces it hardly shows

One thing about real talent it hardly blows

Black people dying in houses they hardly own

All of us stuck in a friendship that hardly grows

(Yeah)

You gotta choose em’ wisely

Need a birds eye view

You wanna see what I see

If I wasn’t the people’s champ then who would I be

If you wanna do it right you gotta do it like me

Over passionate

Over elaborate

Flow is immaculate

We know you know that we happening

I’ve already done the flow you’re imagining

See an award I’m grabbing it

I need more in my cabinet

Ekse