Destructive Criticism

I need a deal
And an advance
To cop me a whip
Doing my dance
And cop me a feel
Straight from your bitch
I be to real
I got to chill
Who stopping Khalil
My guys out
We ride with the steel
Like a wide out
Get popped in the field
You gone really need a doctor to heal
55 fake rappers
35 fake trappers
A lot of yall great actors
A lot of yall straight backwards
Y'all lost
Get a state atlas
Bat shit
But I ace classes
Not rich
But I pay taxes
Pop shit
Get a grey casket
Slam dunk
We don't make passes

Y'all must be smoking something
Walking around like the goat or something
Acting like the world owe you something
You the chosen one
But you 0 for 1
Capping nigga
You know you one
I should smack your ass
With a open palm
Blast your ass
With a stolen gun
Then dump your body in a ocean front
Holy moly
Holey socks up in the drawer
Got to reach the top the order
Off the top
My mind distorted
Tell the doc I got disorder
No kind of sort of
Maybe that's just what the doctor ordered
Redlined so the blocks are bordered
Redlined and the cops patrol it
So we drown
And we never make it out the water
That's why
Mags is in my strap
Bad bitch in my lap
City on my back
Next it's on the map
Exes on my sack
I don't want you back
Hoe I am done with that
Hope them dudes have fun with that
I'm just trying to run up racks
I told you that

I need a deal
And an advance
To cop me a whip
Doing my dance
And cop me a feel
Straight from your bitch
I be to real
I got to chill
Who stopping Khalil
My guys out
We ride with the steel
Like a wide out
Get popped in the field
You gone really need a doctor to heal

Yeah I rap that destructive shit
Like fuck your bitch
All yall can suck my dick
Type of raps that corrupt the kids
Sad part is you loving it
So it got a nigga thinking that it must be lit
Got me thinking it's a formula for hits
Got me thinking Ima blow up with it
Is that what you want
Another diss
So if I say fuck J. Cole
Would that make the crowd say oh
If I say Kanye West old
Would that mean I'm next to blow
Should I provoke some beef
Say Polo G
Got a flow that's weak
Even though I keep him on repeat in real life
Well
If that's what you feel like
Then

I need a deal
And an advance
To cop me a whip
Doing my dance
And cop me a feel
Straight from your bitch
I be to real
I got to chill
Who stopping Khalil
My guys out
We ride with the steel
Like a wide out
Get popped in the field
You gone really need a doctor to heal
55 fake rappers
35 fake trappers
A lot of yall great actors
A lot of yall straight backwards
Yall lost
Get a state atlas
Bat shit
But I ace classes
Not rich
But I pay taxes
Pop shit
Get a grey casket
Slam dunk
We don't make passes



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Writer(s): Khalil Burdine
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