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

First off I give a fuck about all that top
If I in it
Niggas ever play my records (It don't matter)
But I'm winnin' from the M-I-crooked
Just to make 'em 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' these
Cuttin' crack and make 'em double back like me nigga
I need a stove, nah, I ain't selling
But this a metaphor for my
But I'mma have to hit with a fork (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 they
If I hear "KRIT, you a hit" one more time
Lookin' at us like "how these motherfuckers under ship mine?"
Still do an interview there
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
I've been on my tell it all get rich
Start on my way I did
To like Empire may the very thing I dreamed of
like bullshit
Kill 'em all, why not, King I'm busy
up in the blizzard and the cold
Said who was here, never really snowed in the
Fuck what ya heard, 'til I dizzie, bitch

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

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