I'm like, "Fuck critics" you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so
Trap magas try and use my wack ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that A-Z has
I'm from rags to roaches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a glitch ain't one, hit me
