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I hope you feel shit
Top ten and it's still this shit
away, had to get away
Been away, back and a motherfucker still the shit
Hold up, what's real as
myself, who ill as this?
Mastered the flow from the to the west
But right now I'm wondering how trill is
I've been for a minute now
One hunnid, I'm in it now
that wasn't there back in the day talkin' bout
Man, remember I'm now
I only imagine if I was beginning now
in the beginning now
Fuck
Spent a mil' on the chain and I my company deduct that
Get the back

First off I give a fuck about all top five
If I in it
barely ever play my records (It don't matter)
But I'm still winnin' the M-I-crooked
to make 'em peep what I'm cookin', I love Mississippi
I put a studio in my kitchen
So by the way I'm whippin you would think I'm juggin' hoes
Cuttin' crack and make 'em back like excuse me nigga
I need a stove, nah, I ain't selling
But a metaphor for my flow
But I'mma probably have to hit with a (maybe dumb it down)
'Til it bubble up and then rise more
So I can bag it up for these insta
And sell it for the low 'cause simple
If I hear "KRIT, you a hit" one more time
Lookin' at us like "how these motherfuckers under ship mine?"
Still do an interview here
And they don't even that I'm signed (Nigga you had to know that)
If I wait on the label to support my vision I go blind
Lately I've on my tell it all get rich
Start on my way I did
To show like Empire may the thing I dreamed of
Look like
Kill 'em all, why not, King I'm busy
Krizzle up in the and the cold
Said who was here, never snowed in the sizzie
Fuck what ya heard, 'til I dizzie, bitch

Aight, check it, it's the
I heard y'all been my net worth
What the is y'all doing?
Y'all ain't on my level, boy, go pay your first
And then maybe I'll you
I'm looking for talent, I hope I find you
(Wait a minute, you me now let me tell you
Now another problem)
They probably expecting that shit for the first album, man fuck
They'll say I changed
And I'll say I had to show 'em my
'Cause if I do what I did they'll say it's the same
Just can't win in this (What's wrong with it)

Money talks, that's a figure of speech, that went their head
Like the dough that I in the air like I'm Papa John
That mafia money, that
My a dime, your bitches are not, pennies
take her to Denny's, we chillin at Lenny's
You know I got 99 problems, but keep it a
You know I done it
Just me and my homies, we tryna it to the summit
Praying we don't plummet
Like "Oh my God look at your boy now you finally it"
I've been writing these from actual facts
So hopefully you learn something it
But I learned is