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' flick, 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 di*k 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' flick, 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' flick, 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 kill 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' flick, 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' flick, b*tch, I'm young Spike Lee