Big K.R.I.T. Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #089

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[Verse: Big K.R.I.T.] I woke up in a game where songs sounding the same Flows sounding the same, I thought I knew who it was Gladiator sport, like all they want is the blood Shootouts over the 'Gram for likes, that's all it was The fight was just to buzz the album that's coming up The chains overlap, like we ain't blinging enough The cars that we drove were only for videos and the budget came back like 'nigga what the fuck?' Streams, does it really mean cream? Platinum but still broke like what the fuck does that mеan Favorite artists breaking down Foreclosurеs on the acres now 'Cause every blog pick it up, when I bust, out of lust, fuck another rapper broad Rap about it 'cause it's raw Then she go talk 'bout it aw, win or lose or [?] draw She say she pregnant later It's crazy how they playing, I'm praying for the baby Too many times I seen private lives mans publicize Tryna peep the message wit' emoji eyes Why the money bands go to suit and ties And sell that same shit back to you and I We watching wit' our popcorn and drink And talk about it all at the job we probably hate Wishing that we was the one Wit' the cars and the girls and the guns, don't we make that shit look fun? Thinking back on all the shit that I did Just a kid from the 'Sip, yeah I come from the sticks Where Stones is rolling like 'is you holding base?' The highs and lows where tweaking on 808s might blow yo' face off Nicholas Cage wit' it Joy and pain, Frankie and Maze wit' it Shout out them dope boys that told me I was better off rapping Not with the trapping, if the ship sail, kidnap the captain And force him to listen to the wave of a nigga that's snapping I swear my need to shine gave my mama contractions Out comes K.R.I.T. and the outcome's this The way I turn fire in the flow I'm a alchemist The way I whip up the sauce you can't doubt my wrist My Rollie told me ain't been a time like this Not even when the dinosaurs was roaming the earth A caveman wit' mine, bitch I got to be first Keep what I kill, take care of the village I build Multi alumni niggas know where I live Branded, high and demanded It's all home runs from here, like they throwing underhanded Shit, y'all know I don't like freestyling But it's a long way from Def Jam linen closet This a chess move wit' checkers on the board This that one time you realize all the shit you could afford Like those gold BB, S's, diamond necklace Wood grain, foreign in rain, driving reckless Louis lenses, bound to change your perspective Dark skinneded, God body, Black excellence Black queens, wit' those cakes that's too decadent I had to come back twice I told God I love my life and that this will suffice Before I saw a flick from Spike I was doing it right, Krizzle