For The Critics

Too many snakes trying to cause me harm seen it in my sleep when I slept

Too many broads claiming it's all love I'ma keep them to the left

Talk to the lord everyday I'm breathing hope he directing my steps

Swiper no swiping yeah I'm at attention boy I done seen when you crept

They ain't understanding this shit I'm giving they can't go to these depths

All this talk with fake motherfuckers at this point i'ma talk to myself

Niggas talking petty beefs' with these niggas holmes we all about wealth

Can't be talking that shit around me I don't want no more stress

So let these niggas talk they bullshit

While we in the jet not the cockpit

They say it's real shit I say it's common sense

Guess I'm the painting all these niggas prints