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I you feel this shit
Top ten and it's still this shit
Went away, had to get
Been away, came back and a motherfucker the shit
Hold up, real as this?
Feelin' myself, who ill as
Mastered the flow the east to the west
But right now I'm how trill is this
I've around for a minute now
One hunnid, I'm in it now
People that wasn't there back in the day bout
Man, remember I'm now
I could only imagine if I was now
Back in the now
Fuck
a mil' on the chain and I tell my company deduct that
Get the fuck

First off I give a fuck about all top five
If I in it
Niggas ever play my records (It don't matter)
But I'm still winnin' from the
Just to make 'em what I'm cookin', I love Mississippi
I put a in my partner kitchen
So by the way I'm you would think I'm juggin' these hoes
Cuttin' crack and make 'em double like excuse me nigga
I need a stove, nah, I ain't selling
But a metaphor for my flow
But I'mma have to hit with a fork (maybe dumb it down)
'Til it up and then rise some more
So I can bag it up for insta folk
And sell it for the low 'cause they
If I hear "KRIT, you need a hit" one time
Lookin' at us like "how these gon' under ship mine?"
Still do an interview here
And they don't even know that I'm signed (Nigga you had to that)
If I wait on the label to support my vision I might go
Lately I've been on my tell it all get
plottin' on my way I did
To show like Empire may the thing I dreamed of
Look like
Kill 'em all, why not, King when I'm
Krizzle up in the blizzard and the
Said who was here, really snowed in the sizzie
Fuck ya heard, multi 'til I dizzie, bitch

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

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