Ft. Rapsody & Heather Victoria
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[Intro: Big KRIT]
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Can’t let it get in the way
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Yup…
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Just to make a way
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I’m getting’ mine baby
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Yeah, yeah…
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I’m gettin’ mine baby
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I’m gettin’ mine baby
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[Hook: Heather Victoria]
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Can’t let nothin’ get in the way
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It’s a hustle
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Had to pay dues just to make a way
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It’s a struggle
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I’m gettin’ mine baby
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Yeah, yeah
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I’m gettin’ mine baby
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Yeah, yeah
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And I’m getting’ mine baby
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Yeah, yeah
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[Verse 1: Big KRIT]
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Back one more ‘gain ? life couldn’t be better
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Shit changed, I Liu Kang, kick it wherever
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Bottom feeders, never reach us, ties severed
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Bird hoes come and go, I ruffle their feathers
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Ever since I flew the coop I been shittin’ on niggas’ stoops
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Fast forward, Caddy doors, motherfuck a Subaru
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Play ball or go home, I’m swinging’ for the fence
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As soon as I could pay my rent, I ain’t been the same since
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Breakfast: Ruth’s Chris, lunch at Del Frisco’s
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Philippe’s dinner, green prawns, damn I might get those
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I’m poppin’ like Crisco, windows came tinted
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Now I’m ridin’ somethin’ foreign with the woodgrain in it
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Word to Dutch, cobra clutch these bucks and never let go
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These hoes suck and fuck like what! ‘Cause I said so
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Retro, more like Deadstock with my wordplay
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My life’s a vacay er’day
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Krizzle…
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Big KRIT]
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I just wanna ride clean with five screens
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Digi-Dash, Adjust the mirror, flip the signal, then hit the gas
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The road to riches, filled with detours that’ll block my path
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But I’m official, to my bone gristle, just check my tags
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That candy paint was a mixture of hues
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Don’t be confused by the blues
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That fade into purples and greens
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Just know I’m doing my thing
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Since way back, I had that, straight crack
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Since I rapped on that 8-deck
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And them hood niggas used to play that
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Like he got potential
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I heard that youngin, he sayin’ something’
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Don’t fall victim to materialism, you know it’s comin’
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Just keep on jumpin’, above the rim
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And anybody that can’t be happy that you dunkin’?
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Don’t fuck with them
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I listened up, pressed my luck and hit it big
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They figured Krizzle would fall off quicker than drawers on a stripper
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But never figured this
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That I’d remain unstained, still a king, remember the time
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They could never block my shine
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I’m live and in effect, nigga
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Rapsody]
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Night time blacks, really hard flow
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Locked like white folks’ car door
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When you ride through the bad part of town slow
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Jack you for your Acura
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That’s how the Hell I’mma act up
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Put fear in they heart like Cassius
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Claiborne isn’t in fashion
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Or what they study at NASA, nah’mean?
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Choke you out like Death Row
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Flow in turn is a balcony
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Beg for life when I touch the mic
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Rap and I’m gunnin’ for all emcees
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Autumn leaves and I change my rap
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Flow for days, lap for lap
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Secretary of Triple Crown
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Flow, charisma, I’m lyrical
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In turn the throne it awaits me now
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If you await me now, got a big, big pound
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I could dap up Shaq with a Triple Crown
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Triple threat like Michael Crown
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King and queen, no castle now
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In the capital, North Railay
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Feel it deep down in your body
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Can’t stop me like O’Dally, partner
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Can’t tear apart the grind
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Like Northern Stars I shine
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Success comes to me and you and those who think it in they minds
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So shine…
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So shine…
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My nigga…
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[Outro: Heather Victoria]
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Yeah…
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Big KRIT, Heather V, come on
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9th Wonder, y’all
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Rapsody on the track, ‘y’all
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Jam the records, y’all
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Come on, come on
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This ain’t no fucked shit
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Gettin Mine
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| Big K.R.I.T. |
