Big K.R.I.T. Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #030

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Yeah Young Krizzle Third coast Yeah Yeah Yeah [Verse 1] I woke up like "fuck these niggas man I gotta get mine" You a hater by all means, there go a line Ain't no need for new friends or these bickering hoes 'Cus wasn't none of y'all around when I was over the stove You thinkin' bout dope, I'm thinking too cold Fingertip froze, I been through the most Look how it shows, look at these shows I got to the highs for seeing the lows You sayin' I changed but really it's growth Fuck what you know if you ain't a game changer Ol' commentatin' ass niggas all talk but ain't playin' never Balled out the bleachers, you get shook if you reachin' Bought a crib and whip off a beat and a feature When you finally get this money you see just how they treat ya When you get it out the mud you come up with some leeches Never mind that, soon as I left Def Jam I got my shine back I know they were lookin' at Sha like "why you sign that?" All the while I was killin' like "go out rhyme that" They claim they gave me a chance but I can't find that Fuck it, lesson learned I earned the knowledge The game's an open road and I needed the mileage I'm fit for this here ain't no need for a stylist I know that I'm better but really you bias 'cus you from the same city As your favorite rapper favorite rapper, I can dig it And you ain't tryin' to go to Meridian, Mississippi And kick it, it's cool I spit that country shit worldwide Let my accent be the reason for the wetness 'tween your girl's thighs Foreign cars, Forgiato tires, top circumcised Funny how niggas counted me out but I still multiplied My worth, maximized that purse Goyard or Hermes, whichever she want first The only way I fall off, if there's no gravity on Earth And even then I'm still amongst the stars Better that than a game that trades genius for sub-par Lifestyle for bars, if you didn't have that vouch would you have made it this far? Imagine my shock when niggas come at my spot That control shit was cool, but nigga look what I got Mt. Olympus overlooked, barely spinning, game is rigged It ain't no winnin' without no budget or no label, shout out to Sway 'Cus at least he'll bring up the fact that I still paved the way When a lot of them wish radio was "fuck I had something to say" Not popular though, not popular music I pray and give thanks, they don't like how I'm moving But every time I drop a tape they like "peep what he doing" Then we package it all like I'm the first one to do it Damn shame, damn shame, damn shame Hol' up, yeah Hol' up, hol' up So imagine what could happen if I up and left That's a lot of champagne bottles to leave up on the shelf That's a lot of music droppin', shit that you ain't felt Or playin' a championship game without a fucking ref That ain't official, oh your album flopped? Well here's a tissue There ain't enough streams that I could wish you to get that budget back Oh, 'cus once you in the red you can't fade to black 'Cus you ain't Jay and ain't no blueprint to pay it back I know your struggle and you can times that ten nigga because I'm southern Oh you tired of being rich? I'm sorry for your troubles But I ain't gon' tell these crate diggin' niggas there's no gold in the rubble But there's a price to pay for being humble Shaking hands with niggas that ain't yo friends A lot of chameleons in disguise do whatever just to blend It's amazing what a loser will go and do just to win And all the tattoos can't hide the scales on they skin I seen it, a game where people promise but don't mean it And the dumbest motherfucker will make the world think they genius Selling niggas water claiming it's the blood of Jesus Although I was too young I probably was safer as a fetus That's the will of my moms and pops Instead she pushed me out like "son, go and earn your spot" Although there's plenty of nooses upon the treetops I hope you find the strength and will to slip the knots, hol' up I beat the block in that old school like I never drove through I heard these niggas falling off, that shit old news Back to my southern shit, I candy paint the slab Got some player got some game, you need? you can have Got the state on my grind, supernova the shine Flip the screen out, lean out the window, recline Show the grill, that's metaphor for fuck how they feel The hate could never stop the champagne icin' on chill If the champagne should spill on the candy It symbolize the days I went being broke to door slammin' I got mine now, made the beats and wrote all of the lines down My sound is mine and mine alone, how could I leave it behind now? Hol' up, ay Hol' up shawty [Verse 2] Uh Hop out the bed and I want me a chip My flow a chopper, a beam and a clip Stuffed in the trunk of a car with some thump Why you jump out the window when there go a cliff? I'm the ghost of the crack that was stuffed in the hubbas Born to be king, you was meant for a rubber I doubled a double cup I'm seeing double And hut then nigga get the fuck out my huddle Break, I seen it I seen it I see it clear Being humble ain't shit when you being feared I'm an old soul we ain't even peers Niggas talking tough like I ain't even here But that's how it go when you do the most This ain't bout clubs or sellin' dope I'm talking bout murderin' niggas on wax And bringing 'em back like I seen a ghost Fo' do', old dough, here I go Mystikal with the paint Been bout it, been bout it, 9-5 minded we'll hop out the tank Count it up, count it up, throw it in the safe I'm livin' in a bank I come from the country, I know how to work the land And come back with a mink Frostbit cold wrist, this ain't nothin' new this some old shit Barely used to wear it rather buy a mansion Tossed it to my brother, you can hold this Dry cleaner my demeanor when it come to benjis, can you fold this? In the yo whippin' hella dope, that must be where the stove is Krizzle Third coast motherfucker What's happenin'