Critical

I'm not a rapper I'm just prayin that someone would listen

Put pen to paper that's my weapon and this is my mission

Won't even sweat it it's my calling and you know I'd die young

But I'm just too critical now I'd go and mess it up

T's crossed and lives lost your sinical rip it

Like teeth flossed you bleed frost a pinnacle

I'm just standing up here on the top of a mountain

Opinionated mother skip that cause you know that I'll shout it

I am getting comfortable so shout out to Ricky

Bobbing my head to the flow shakin bacon I'm crispy