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darnell williams – young spike lee lyrics

[intro: darnell williams]
what’s a critic to a n-gga like me?
what’s a critic to a n-gga like me?
what’s a critic to a n-gga like me?
shoot a f-ckin’ fl1ck, b-tch, i’m young spike lee

[verse 1: darnell williams]
it’s the feelin’ of feelin’ so f-ckin’ 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 b-tch 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 sh-t like every day
i’m that n-gga with the frames and the michigan plates
the one these hoes wanna f-ck but this d-ck ain’t free
b-tch, i’m an mvp from the west of the d
nah, f-ck the sugar coatin’, b-tch, i’m the best of the d
got a problem, insta-, tweet, dm a message to me
i reply every time, aye, n-gga f-ck what you think, lol

[chorus: darnell williams]
what’s a critic to a n-gga like me?
pull your wifey in a f-ckin’ white tee
turn the lights out then i “do the right thing”
shoot a f-ckin’ fl1ck, b-tch, i’m young spike lee
b-tch, i’m young spike lee, b-tch, i’m young spike lee
b-tch, i’m young spike lee and my dead stop threes
turn the lights out then i “do the right thing”
shoot a f-ckin’ fl1ck, b-tch, i’m young spike lee

[verse 2: casey veggies]
ayy, now get the f-ck 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

[verse 3: darnell williams]
well i been out in hollywood, gettin’ paid to direct
smack the sh-t out a n-gga who won’t be quiet on set
ain’t no smiles in my town, b-tch, i’m as nice as it get
he trade the “summer of sam”, he k!ll whoever you with
i wish i could give a f-ck but that sh-t don’t pay the rent
don’t really care for you n-ggas, 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, sh-t

[chorus: darnell williams]
what’s a critic to a n-gga like me?
pull your wifey in a f-ckin’ white tee
turn the lights out then i do the right thing
shoot a f-ckin’ fl1ck, b-tch, i’m young spike lee
b-tch, i’m young spike lee, b-tch, i’m young spike lee
b-tch, i’m young spike lee and my dead stop threes
turn the lights out then i do the right thing
shoot a f-ckin’ fl1ck, b-tch, i’m young spike lee

- darnell williams lyrics

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