Casey Veggies - Young Spike Lee lyrics

[Intro: Darnell Williams] What's a critic to a n***a like me? What's a critic to a n***a like me? What's a critic to a n***a like me? Shoot a f**in' flick, b**h, I'm young Spike Lee [Verse 1: Darnell Williams] It's the feelin' of feelin' so f**in' 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**hes and swishas? Them two be liftin' my spirits My mama told me the truth, I was just too high to hear it 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** like every day I'm that n***a with the frames and the Michigan plates The one these hoes wanna f** but this dick ain't free b**h, I'm an MVP from the west of the D Nah, f** the sugar coatin', b**h, I'm the best of the D Got a problem, insta tweet, DM my message to me I reply every time, that n***a f** what you think, LOL [Chorus: Darnell Williams] What's a critic to a n***a like me? Pull your wifey in a f**in' white tee Turn the lights out then I do the right thing Shoot a f**in' flick, b**h, I'm young Spike Lee b**h, I'm young Spike Lee, b**h, I'm young Spike Lee b**h, I'm young Spike Lee and my dead stop threes Turn the lights out then I do the right thing Shoot a f**in' flick, b**h, I'm young Spike Lee [Verse 2: Casey Veggies] Ayy, now get the f** 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 LA, 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 I ain't pourin' up zips I been outta the country, yeah, this Spanish currency [Verse 3: Darnell Williams] Well I been out in Hollywood, gettin' paid to direct Smack the sh** out a n***a who won't be quiet on set Ain't no smiles in my town, b**h, I'm as nice as it get He trade the summer [?], he k** whoever you with I wish I could give a f** but that sh** don't pay the rent Don't really care for you n***as, 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** [Chorus: Darnell Williams] What's a critic to a n***a like me? Pull your wifey in a f**in' white tee Turn the lights out then I do the right thing Shoot a f**in' flick, b**h, I'm young Spike Lee b**h, I'm young Spike Lee, b**h, I'm young Spike Lee b**h, I'm young Spike Lee and my dead stop threes Turn the lights out then I do the right thing Shoot a f**in' flick, b**h, I'm young Spike Lee