Lyrics

[Verse]

They didn’t believe when I started a dream
12 years old I was scribbling schemes
Now I’m clocking up one million streams
They call my phone, but I send to machine
Fuck all that, I’m out of reach
Streetwise like Bru-C
I’m mutated, Wolverine
It’s all gravy, poutine
Too deep in this bitch like a submarine
Said I wouldn’t last, now they blast my sound
Labels down, tryna cash me out
Back in the day, they would laugh, but now
It’s MC Kritical, running the town
This ain't overnight, it's grind and pace
Spent years in the dark now I'm lightin' the place
And the waves look calm when I’m ridin' the bass
Setting the bar and I’m flying in space
I ain't gotta flex no rentals
When I step in the booth, it's levels
I’m real as fuck, no fake, no stencils
Salty pricks,, pretzels
Still get love from the old school heads
And I shut down sets, don’t step to the best
Said I’d flop? Must've bumped your head
Now I walk in rooms and your face goes red
Try blocking me? I went viral
Got your back fucked up, spinal
Fuel to the fire, that’s wavy, tidal
Undeniable, should be my title
Ugh, I’m a fighter
Shooting shots like a sniper
You don’t wanna clash in a cypher
Bars I spit make MC’s retires
Critical, going in for the kill
Aim for your head, blood gets spilled
You been in your bed I’ve been racking up mills
I remind you lot what talent can build
Doubted the kid, but I rise from the block
I got Spotify, radios, spinning my drops
And the ones that hated are suddenly shocked
Like “How did he turn pain into a bop?”
Never did for shit for a trend
Just bars that come to my head
More than a flex or a means to an end
I know what I want so I’m gonna transcend
They didn’t wanna see me excel
Thought I’d work in sheets or excel
Now they Google my name what else
MC Kritical simple to spell
K to the R, I, T, I, C, A, L
You don’t wanna step into hell
Cool with the fire, I handle it well
They stream my shit I’m that sells
Well, don’t ask me where I been
2017, made the Youtube clean
Came from fuck all now I follow my dreams
Mic in my palm nothing in between
Closed my eyes, said fuck it and beamed
Camera’s out, and I’ve locked down scenes
Stand around? You’ll miss your beat
I saw the top table and took my seat
Won’t act like I ain’t seen lows
But I flipped every L into platinum flows
Now I drop tracks and the timeline blows
And the charts got my name with a golden glow, whoah
Bitch, I know
Whoah