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I hope you feel this
Top ten flow and it's this shit
away, had to get away
Been away, came back and a motherfucker still the
Hold up, what's as this?
Feelin' myself, who ill as
Mastered the flow the east to the west
But right now I'm wondering how 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 talkin'
Man, remember I'm now
I only imagine if I was beginning now
in the beginning now
Fuck
Spent a mil' on the and I tell my company deduct that
Get the back

First off I a fuck about all that top five
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 peep what I'm cookin', I love
I put a in my partner kitchen
So by the way I'm whippin you would think I'm these hoes
Cuttin' crack and make 'em double back excuse me nigga
I a stove, nah, I ain't selling dope
But a metaphor for my flow
But I'mma probably have to hit a fork (maybe dumb it down)
'Til it bubble up and rise some more
So I can bag it up for these insta
And it for the low 'cause they simple
If I hear "KRIT, you need a hit" one time
Lookin' at us like "how these motherfuckers gon' under mine?"
do an interview here there
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 been on my 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 snowed in the sizzie
Fuck what ya heard, multi I dizzie, bitch

Aight, it, it's the take
I heard y'all checking my net worth
What the fuck is doing?
Y'all ain't on my level, boy, go pay rent first
And then maybe I'll 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)
They probably that shit for the first album, man fuck that
They'll say that I
And I'll say I had to '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 wrong it)

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