In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Yeah, critical
Yeah, critical
Yeah, critical
Yeah, critical
Streets critical
Streets critical
Bumpin' this bud like Mistercap
Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou
Pay for the coke nigga and a smile
Paid for the case nigga beat the trial
Bought a Rolex nigga and a dial
Gang of bad bitches yeah and they foul
Gang of young niggas yeah and they wild
That pearly whites
All my niggas gettin' head tonight
All my niggas gettin' bread tonight
Sittin' back make sure the bread is right
Two-door cost 250 thou
Ain't no scales its digital
Cookin' them chickens like Mr. Chow
Yeah I know the streets like critical
I'm still rapping
I'm still trapping
Know 'em all my life
But I still clap 'em
Yeah I know I don't own a team
But so what bitch I'm still a captain
Guns up, my money stacked
My work guaranteed, money back
I sold dope and I slung crack
Twelve twelve, them hundred sacks
I'm done with that
I had fun with that
Y'all go ahead, y'all run with that
Only thing about the game of life is
When you lose you can't run it back
Block-boomin, spot-boomin
Start asking, stop assuming
Better than me there's not a human
Take the plates off, cop a new one
Two door cost me a quarter mil'
Make sure you knock off all the pills
Spent a little extra, caught the deal
44 Bulldog off your grill
First they get your name, then they get your files
Then they sit you down
Street life is critical
Streets critical
Bumpin' this bud like Mistercap
Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou
Pay for the coke nigga and a smile
Paid for the case nigga beat the trial
Bought a Rolex nigga and a dial
Gang of bad bitches yeah and they foul
Gang of young niggas yeah and they wild
That pearly whites
All my niggas gettin' head tonight
All my niggas gettin' bread tonight
Sittin' back make sure the bread is right
Two-door cost 250 thou
Ain't no scales its digital
Cookin' them chickens like Mr. Chow
Yeah I know the streets like critical
On my 87, my blunt lit
Got a .40 cal for the dumb shit
Call it stupid head, now its superhead
All I know is she a dumb bitch
My mind gone, my mind blown
All the shit that my mind on
Streets are waitin' for, niggas hatin', I'm still gettin' my shine on
My cup full, my pocket full, my tank never on "E" bitch
All them 2's I be talkin' 'bout, damn right they on me bitch
Summer time, four 9's, cook 'em shits like dinner hoe
Every day is my birthday, it's like every month September hoe
Got this Rollie on, lookin' holy homes
Back back you don't know me hommes
Pyrex, digital scale, and the glass stove I'll show you homes
All about my money hoe, my money fast your money slow
Sitting back my money grow
Best believe me and my money know that
Streets critical
Bumpin' this bud like Mistercap
Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou
Pay for the coke nigga and a smile
Paid for the case nigga beat the trial
Bought a Rolex nigga and a dial
Gang of bad bitches yeah and they foul
Gang of young niggas yeah and they wild
That pearly whites
All my niggas gettin' head tonight
All my niggas gettin' bread tonight
Sittin' back make sure the bread is right
Two-door cost 250 thou
Ain't no scales its digital
Cookin' them chickens like Mr. Chow
Yeah I know the streets like critical
Yeah, critical
Yeah, critical
Yeah, critical
Streets critical
Streets critical
Bumpin' this bud like Mistercap
Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou
Pay for the coke nigga and a smile
Paid for the case nigga beat the trial
Bought a Rolex nigga and a dial
Gang of bad bitches yeah and they foul
Gang of young niggas yeah and they wild
That pearly whites
All my niggas gettin' head tonight
All my niggas gettin' bread tonight
Sittin' back make sure the bread is right
Two-door cost 250 thou
Ain't no scales its digital
Cookin' them chickens like Mr. Chow
Yeah I know the streets like critical
I'm still rapping
I'm still trapping
Know 'em all my life
But I still clap 'em
Yeah I know I don't own a team
But so what bitch I'm still a captain
Guns up, my money stacked
My work guaranteed, money back
I sold dope and I slung crack
Twelve twelve, them hundred sacks
I'm done with that
I had fun with that
Y'all go ahead, y'all run with that
Only thing about the game of life is
When you lose you can't run it back
Block-boomin, spot-boomin
Start asking, stop assuming
Better than me there's not a human
Take the plates off, cop a new one
Two door cost me a quarter mil'
Make sure you knock off all the pills
Spent a little extra, caught the deal
44 Bulldog off your grill
First they get your name, then they get your files
Then they sit you down
Street life is critical
Streets critical
Bumpin' this bud like Mistercap
Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou
Pay for the coke nigga and a smile
Paid for the case nigga beat the trial
Bought a Rolex nigga and a dial
Gang of bad bitches yeah and they foul
Gang of young niggas yeah and they wild
That pearly whites
All my niggas gettin' head tonight
All my niggas gettin' bread tonight
Sittin' back make sure the bread is right
Two-door cost 250 thou
Ain't no scales its digital
Cookin' them chickens like Mr. Chow
Yeah I know the streets like critical
On my 87, my blunt lit
Got a .40 cal for the dumb shit
Call it stupid head, now its superhead
All I know is she a dumb bitch
My mind gone, my mind blown
All the shit that my mind on
Streets are waitin' for, niggas hatin', I'm still gettin' my shine on
My cup full, my pocket full, my tank never on "E" bitch
All them 2's I be talkin' 'bout, damn right they on me bitch
Summer time, four 9's, cook 'em shits like dinner hoe
Every day is my birthday, it's like every month September hoe
Got this Rollie on, lookin' holy homes
Back back you don't know me hommes
Pyrex, digital scale, and the glass stove I'll show you homes
All about my money hoe, my money fast your money slow
Sitting back my money grow
Best believe me and my money know that
Streets critical
Bumpin' this bud like Mistercap
Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou
Pay for the coke nigga and a smile
Paid for the case nigga beat the trial
Bought a Rolex nigga and a dial
Gang of bad bitches yeah and they foul
Gang of young niggas yeah and they wild
That pearly whites
All my niggas gettin' head tonight
All my niggas gettin' bread tonight
Sittin' back make sure the bread is right
Two-door cost 250 thou
Ain't no scales its digital
Cookin' them chickens like Mr. Chow
Yeah I know the streets like critical
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
Critical Lyrics as written by Jay Jenkins Jason Phillips
Lyrics © Royalty Network
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