F a Rap Critic Pro Era

[Hook: Method Man]
Eff a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
Talk about it while I live it

Eff a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
Talk about it while I live it

Eff a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
Talk about it while I live it

Eff a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
Talk about it while I live it

[Verse 1: Chuck Strangers]
I break hearts, a hundred bills on cheap thrills
I spend it all, fuck up my wallet, stay on refill
Your wallet on E still, bitches doing E pills
Chuckie he get free fills, at strip clubs throwing ones
Black and red 1s, blunt rolled with a cold one
My ex she been choosy, but I could give a fuck
I'm with Rocka smoking Lucys, life been getting better
Since they heard about the Era
They say Chuckie got beats, but his bars can be better
Well if you gon' suck my dick, make it wetter
Odds against Che is slaughtered
Bumpin' Midnight Marauders
Niggas smoking with your daughters
You ain't getting beats until I see commas
Niggas act up, there's finna be problems
For the most part but niggas don't be wildin'
And if she ain't got no rubbers, it's no backstage pass
Retweet a dumb shit and watch the bitch get gassed
And all my Prodies just laugh