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I you feel this shit
Top ten flow and still 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 from the east to the west
But right now I'm wondering how is this
I've been around for a now
One hunnid, I'm in it now
People that wasn't there back in the day talkin'
Man, I'm winning now
I could only if I was beginning now
Back in the now
Fuck
Spent a mil' on the chain and I tell my company that
Get the back

off I give 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
to make 'em peep what I'm cookin', I love Mississippi
I put a studio in my partner
So by the way I'm whippin you would think I'm juggin' these
Cuttin' crack and make 'em double back excuse me nigga
I need a stove, nah, I ain't selling
But this a metaphor for my
But I'mma probably 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 simple
If I "KRIT, you need a hit" one more time
Lookin' at us like "how these motherfuckers gon' ship mine?"
do an interview here there
And they don't even know that I'm (Nigga you had to know that)
If I on the label to support my vision I might go blind
Lately I've on my tell it all get rich
Start on my way I did
To show Empire may the very thing I dreamed of
Look bullshit
Kill 'em all, why not, when 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, the take
I y'all been checking my net worth
the fuck is y'all doing?
Y'all ain't on my level, boy, go pay your rent
And then maybe I'll you
I'm looking for talent, I hope I find you
(Wait a minute, you asked me now let me you
Now here's problem)
They probably expecting that for the first album, man fuck that
They'll say that I
And say I had to show 'em my range
'Cause if I do what I did then they'll say it's the
Just can't win in this (What's wrong with it)

Money talks, that's a figure of speech, that over their head
Like the dough that I in the air like I'm Papa John
That money, that parmesan
My shortie a dime, bitches are not, pennies
take her to Denny's, we chillin at Lenny's
You I got 99 problems, but keep it a hundred
You that I done it
Just me and my homies, we make it to the summit
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 something from it
But I learned is