Critacal - Right Dude lyrics

Verse 1: It's so cold but I'm right where I need to be It took a while but I at least had the decency To show up with some sh** even a little lesson Enough knowledge the whole cla** can get a piece Me and my pad we got chemistry I step in the lab and make history Papa John type deliveries Parmesan b**h I'm getting cheese Money on my mind like a memory So my eyes green and yellow cheese head you digging me? Get a shovel phukk is you kidding me? Get a stroller you n***as kittens b Get some p**y money or something Cause most n***as be rapping but nah they ain't productive Clear bottles and nice views I see boats I boast and spoke all of this sh** into existence it's crazy how life cruise Yes I am the right dude n***a I'm a step above up and I been up here so I don't really give a phukk Hook: Let's wake them up man this sh** is dead What we gonna do is bring them back to life It's only write that I'm the type to Stick to the script I am the right dude I keep going til there's nothing left Yes I am the right dude Vere 2: It's a war brewing n***a pay attention You playing for the right team or you play the benches This is Ls in the man cave Number one draft pick yeah b**h a fan fav This is grind not a grid But i get it N mind like Tron type of sh** Are you feeling him? Go head put your arm in the air to this Can they handle him? Chest of the rare bluish Call it pneumonia n***a my air coolest Something you couldn't stomach gut is a real trooper Iron lung heart of a lion I ain't lying these dickheads is dying Legend before recognition And if you footing the bill then you n***as better tip him I tip toed in the game like some psycho Who came in like a dead body with no name John Doe eyes closed open up the bag Who the phukk is he? Get his throat slashed get his clothes snatched then I'm gone into the horizon Alive before I was born And if anybody see what I've done You deserve an award you're now my clone Hook: Let's wake them up man this sh** is dead What we gonna do is bring them back to life It's only write that I'm the type to Stick to the script I am the right dude I keep going til there's nothing left Yes I am the right dude Verse 3: Back to back like a chiro- Practice magic magic with my eyes closed Count to three and poof I'm gone Thoughts get thrown like a spiral I don't like your attitude you don't see what eye rolled I need Magik with my eyes closed Go into the booth give them nothing but that pyro- Manic mind gone brainic mind blown You crazy acting you n***as is Animaniacs Bow to your sensei I don't know karate But I'll show you how crazy act Let me zip up this bag before I fade to black Gold microphones and Dom P I closed my eyes and set my mind free What do you when there's nothing to prove I'm in the stu like it's nothing to lose These dudes plotting shoes fire like Nothing To Lose They loose sight of who's hotter I should just jump in a pool I can't be a seeder to you leaches You either in the game or you n***as play the bleachers I keep going til there's nothing left Yes I am the right dude