Criticism

What you know about them late nights? Missed calls, no response, make your closest people's hate rise And you don't sleep until the sunrise Sorry all who involved, I don't wanna, but I'll cut ties I just wanna be great I, I just wanna be great I can't afford to be fake, need a whole plate family need steak I I just wanna be great I, I Gotta get it despite the friction I gotta... gotta do something My brother just got caught up and that's his second strike; shit you know the system So, f*ck a vibe, I need a coup of chickens F*ck the high, I need a way to keep my nigga outta prison I don't care what the risk is, won't come to my senses 'til I make a million, aye 'Til I see my name in flashing lights and get paid for appearance I gave God my prayer and ask Him why He act like He ain't hearing Had to tell her, "don't even look at my dick if you can't see the vision" Lil bitch the clock is tickin I don't need my fucking ego stroked; I need criticism She don't understand I got niggas boutta have to live behind them fences for real Ain't got the time for her feelings - no deal Gotta kick it with the king in the mirror: I finally see him, it's clear He's the only mortal that I should fear He's just one of many voices I hear, but he's the one I never listen to Letting other people guide my spiritual got me cynical but he been a pro This is what he told me, "gotta let it go; see what a pen could prove" If we gon' die? I want us to die grinning Me and my folks ain't used to winning - typical black boy shit You got a problem? Suck this black boy dick And nigga f*ck a chorus; keep it thorough Any man who stand before us? F*ck your borough Enjoy the sun while you can I'm coming for you I'll put that match to your gas and burn your forest Time is borrowed; trynna warn you I been dormant but now I'm letting my demons flourish Squeamish flee the scene in horror; love the screams I guess the dream of a fiend is so obscene, but (it) moves him forward Gotta get it for my brother's daughter... She's nine Gotta get it for my pop's and mama Trynna find the balance to yin and yang like I'm Cappadonna But I'm Naughty By Nature: I been Hip Hop Hooray'in I was born to an addict and my dad schizophrenic: I was made to be different Been acquainted with satan and my poppa was pimping, so it's hard to see women as more than just bitches Really wanna do better, but to keep 100 (I've) got destructive intentions And I'm trynna figure it out Let me figure it out