B.G. - Feedback lyrics

Feeling the craze I'm cantankerous Cause I'm feeling hazed and it's hazardous Poisonous fades I'm not ponderous Throwing the lamp shades, cause they're feeling like they onto us Wow. Most people man don't pay attention Hates gonna hate, while you take a pension Don't listen to your haters man I never listen And I'm sitting in my rari chains glistening I know, don't get fazed by the naysayers Punch it out throwing mayweather haymakers But how can you improve when don't know where you're at Like Babe Ruth never picked up a bat I'll end up homeless, call it tin canned Can I talk to the hand if I'm spitting for the man? If they can understand, turn a hater to a fan So i can take this sh** on tour, turn this album to a brand *Chorus* *Chorus End* They already tell me to sound professional The sound quality s**s, a laptop mic is untenable The music's too loud, I can't hear the words well You can't rap, you weren't raised in hell You don't have enough lines to carry a single track The records are all fine but it's pa**ion that you lack If you trying to sound like gambino Whip up some creamy lines, top it with maraschino Childish lines come natural, like it's god's blessing 8 mile in scotland yards cause I leave them guessing If a show is what you want, a show is what you'll get Like an absent father, haven't heard enough yet Straight outta mv, so you don't wanna test me Sneezing on the beat, but Dj Khaled has blessed me I'd like to say thank you for your consideration Cause of y'all I filled more tracks than college applications *Chorus* *Chorus End* God we need more christ up in this christening Whole generation talking so nobody is listening It's nice to hear the compliments, but when it's fake Ya'll sound like tony tiger: Z, They're great I like “here's why this should change and how” I've done so many pull-ups I'm a big kid now Change up my style, wipe the sweat off my brow I'mma end this man's career bada boom bop bow All the influence culminates, ruminating in my Brain Keeping the fast pace, I'm sprinting bolt Usain But's it's Out with the old, and in with the insane Folding up that gold, make a thousand paper cranes This is for the people saying it should be better Like California man, you're music could sound wetter Cause If I make it big, It's all on you I say listen to the haters, cause they listen too [End]