Critics

[Intro]

Man, listen

My life ain't nothin' but a bunch of eggs, nigga

I had to scramble to get to the sunny side, you feel me?

Yeah

Let's talk, nigga

Uh

[Verse 1]

Tony Soprano, north New Jersey where the GOAT is at

Gotham City, I'm right here where all the jokers at

South Miami, Bal Harbour, that's where the boat is at

Flea farms, we poppin', where the smokers at?

But I'm in a nigga crib, money, yeah, he owed me that

Now homie hidin' in the same place the coats is at

Talkin' through the door, "All you gotta do is givе me that"

AJ in the living room, grippin' on the mini MAC

Veezo got his girl, hе about to let the semi clap

Told him we about to put two where her memory at

But she gave it up, told us where every penny at

I said, "You could come out the closet now," like Jimmy Smacks

No stoppin' this, me and money monogamous

I promise this, try to come between it, apocalypse (Blaow)

I'm a lion, tiger, wolf, rhinoceros (What are you?)

You a liar, biter, herb, preposterous (Preposterous)

No gossiping, I don't deal with side talk

I don't look for spots, man, I park on the sidewalk

I told the cop, "Tow it, I don't care, I like to risk it

I'll have another car here before you write the ticket"

[Chorus]

Writers, critics, step aside with your shit

My life is wicked, but you might just tick it

What you say now?

You can't have it all, have it all, baby

Have it all, have it all, baby

Writers, critics, step aside with your shit

You can't have it all, have it all, baby

Have it all, have it all, baby

[Verse 2]

I was one year, four months, right from the poor house (Writers, critics, step aside with your shit)

Kept slidin' home, but cops would say, "You're out" (You can't have it all, have it all, baby)

Now I get red carpet treatment at the whorehouse (Have it all, have it all, baby)

Bent her over, wore it out, let's see what that jaw 'bout

Sat in the bleachers, then I got in the game

Used to sell leek at a bar called Bonita's

Bananas, I survived the era of preacher

Deacons, Reagan, now I got sneakers

Drive by my old school, seen all my teachers

Askin' for handouts, I ain't about to feed you

I ain't even graduate, y'all ain't understand me

I was like my hoes though, I stayed with a plan B

Tammy, Brandy, for your nose, we had candy

Cash makes me feel manly, Macho Man, Randy

Gun shooters, dope dealers, go-getters, coke sellers

That's who I'ma be with in my tent out at Coachella

[Chorus]

Writers, critics, step aside with your shit

Gorilla, gets no realer

Start the dancing, all the girls say, "Go, Killa"

You can't have it all, have it all, baby

Go, Killa

Have it all, have it all, baby

Hallelujah, baby

Writers, critics

Step aside with your shit

You can't have it all, have it all, baby

Have it all, have it all, baby

Writers, critics

Step aside with your shit

You can't have it all, have it all, baby

Have it all, have it all, baby