50 Cent Criticize JAY-Z Album 4:44 “It’s Ivy league Golf Course Music”

50 Cent is probably among the one percent of critics weighing on on JAY-Z‘s new album 4:44.

To be clear, Hov has been getting a lot of praise from majority of the hip hop community for the album. So very few people thinks that it’s not fire and to be clear 50 Cent thinks it alright but too smart for the current generation of hip hop. Is this fair criticizing or should rappers be dumbing down the music to fit in and sell records.

In a video posted on his Instagram page that has since being deleted, 50 Cent says JAY-Z album 4:44 is Ivy League or golf course music. “I just got back from the gym,” 50 said. “I listened to JAY’s sh*t, that 4:44. I thought the sh*t was aight, I like the sh*t but I’ma keep it 100, the sh*t was too smart. I felt like I was supposed to be wearing like glasses and sh*t and a tie like a f*cking sweater around my waist – like Ivy League sh*t. Now, I’m gonna give you the truth. N*ggas is high out here so they don’t wanna hear that sh*t. They just wanna have a good time.”

50 Cent also told JAY-Z that he can’t be the greatest rapper at 47 because the young guys are here and they are putting out new stuffs. “And f*ck that, you can’t be the best rapper at 47 because the new n***as is here. They’re coming with new sh*t… He’s f***ing with Future and all this other sh*t, leave them n***as alone, B, what the f**k is the matter with you, man? I ain’t gonna hold you up, son, that sh*t was golf course music.” 50 Cent has also been a staunch critic of JAY-Z and the two have even beefed back in the day but that feud never really amount to anything.”

#50cent reacts to #jayz new album #444 … is he hating or no ??

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J Cole – Neighbors lyrics

[Intro]
I guess the neighbors think I’m sellin’ dope, sellin’ dope
Okay, the neighbors think I’m sellin’ dope, sellin’ dope
Sellin’ dope, sellin’ dope, sellin’ dope

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I don’t want no picture with the president
I just wanna talk to the man
Speak for the boys in the bando
And my nigga never walkin’ again
Apologized if I’m harpin’ again
I know these things happen often
But I’m back on the scene
I was lost in a dream as I write this
The team down in Austin
I been buildin’ me a house
Back home in the South, ma
Won’t believe what it’s costin’
And it’s fit for a king, right?
Or a nigga that could sing
And explain all the pain that it cost him
My sixteen should’ve came with a coffin
Fuck the fame and the fortune—well, maybe not the fortune
But one thing is for sure though, the fame is exhaustin’
That’s why I moved away, I needed privacy
Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League
Students that’s recruited highly
Thinkin’ you do you and I do me
Crib has got a big ‘ol back ‘ol yard
My niggas stand outside and pass cigars
Filled with marijuana, laughin’ hard
Thankful that they friend’s a platinum star
In the driveway there’s no rapper cars
Just some shit to get from back and forth
Just some shit to get from back and forth
Welcome to the Sheltuh, this is pure
We’ll help you if you’ve felt too insecure
To be the star you always knew you were
Wait, I think police is at the door

[Hook]
Okay, the neighbors think I’m sellin’ dope
Hm, I guess the neighbors think I’m sellin’ dope sellin’ dope
The neighbors think I’m—neighbors think I’m—
(Don’t follow me, don’t follow me…)
I think the neighbors think I’m sellin’ dope
(Don’t follow me, don’t follow me…)
I guess the neighbors think I’m sellin’ dope, sellin’ dope
Sellin’ dope, sellin’ dope, sellin’ dope
Well motherfucker, I am

[Verse 2]
Some things you can’t escape; death, taxes, and a ra-
-cist society that make every nigga feel like a candidate
For a Trayvon kinda fate, even when your crib sit on a lake
Even when your plaques hang on a wall
Even when the president jam your tape
Took a little break just to annotate
How I feel, damn it’s late
I can’t sleep cause I’m paranoid
Black in a white man territory
Cops bust in with the army guns
No evidence of the harm we done
Just a couple neighbors that assume we slang
Only time they see us we be on the news, in chains, damn
Don’t follow me, don’t follow me
Don’t follow me, don’t follow me

[Hook]
Okay, the neighbors think I’m sellin’ dope
Hm, I guess the neighbors think I’m sellin’ dope, sellin’ dope
The neighbors think I’m…neighbors think I’m—
(Don’t follow me, don’t follow me…)
I think the neighbors think I’m sellin’ dope
(Don’t follow me, don’t follow me…)
I guess the neighbors think I’m sellin’ dope, sellin’ dope
Sellin’ dope, sellin’ dope, sellin’ dope
Well motherfucker, I am

[Outro]
I am, I am, I am, I am
Well motherfucker, I am
I think the neighbors think I’m sellin’ dope
I am, I am, I am
Well motherfucker, I am
So much for integration
Don’t know what I was thinkin’
I’m movin’ back to Southside
So much for integration
Don’t know what I was thinkin’
I’m movin’ back to Southside