Big K.R.I.T. - Extra Credit lyrics
[Big K.R.I.T. - Extra Credit lyrics]
Yeah yeah
Holdup
It ain’t easy breaking away or being a great
They slamming the door, I’m jumping the gate
‘Cause a starving stomach like being punched
In the face and a instrumental was the last
Time that I ate full from all of the bass
My ace boon goon Big Sant
Told me ‘bout the game
20 years later muthafuckas know my name
King crown me lounge in the back of the spot
Pay homage to a underground peasant
Climbed to the top
Funny style niggas on elevators
Could never fadе us
I peep any time they congratulate us
Gogglеs is worn and bottles is popping
I’m Deion Sanders on haters
That’s ice bucket dropping
Over they head wit it, extra the cred wit it
You either fight or flight I ain’t
One for the ledge living
I do it for the ones that died
With soul food flows that
Stocked my bare kitchen i’m liberated
I drew up plays that they ain’t illustrated
I make a move, they gladly imitate it
Bitch I ain’t flattered
I’m a dragon to your paper castle
The alpha and omega
Promise it ain’t nothing after
A new beginning my catalog like James Earl
Jones the ever-living
Imagine if I didn’t make beats
That’s more for killing
Imagine if you come from the
South out my city
You probably wouldn’t make it
"Oh yeah?" yeah really
I go extra to be great
I go extra for the fam
I go extra for the cake
I got extras on the plate
I go extra every day, I got extras on the way
How much? Extra extra
How much? Extra extra
How much? Extra extra
How much? Extra extra
The road I traveled probably baffled a nigga
Labels scribble on paper
They wanna shackle a nigga
I own my masters and royalties
You can’t raffle a nigga
Wrist drip like a mango
Fingertips like I’m Thanos
Knocking doors down no bangles
Pimp without a Kangol
Tailor made, walk with a limp
Them bands is heavy, I need a brace
I am money, I guess the world is just a safe
Combination needed, not a coke a key it
I’m the extra lighter on the dresser
Bitch I know you need it
Smoking out the competition
Pourin’ up we undefeated
Fuck what you heard
What you heard ‘less you heard we eating
Talking ‘bout extra with a splash
Extra acting bad
Pull up like Pirellis on they ass
Extra with the slab
Paid what it cost for the tag
Extra with the bag young Krizzle king
Better add extra under that
I go extra to be great
I go extra for the fam
I go extra for the cake
I got extras on the plate
I go extra every day, I got extras on the way
How much? Extra extra
How much? Extra extra
How much? Extra extra
How much? Extra extra
Holdup
It ain’t easy breaking away or being a great
They slamming the door, I’m jumping the gate
‘Cause a starving stomach like being punched
In the face and a instrumental was the last
Time that I ate full from all of the bass
My ace boon goon Big Sant
Told me ‘bout the game
20 years later muthafuckas know my name
King crown me lounge in the back of the spot
Pay homage to a underground peasant
Climbed to the top
Funny style niggas on elevators
Could never fadе us
I peep any time they congratulate us
Gogglеs is worn and bottles is popping
I’m Deion Sanders on haters
That’s ice bucket dropping
Over they head wit it, extra the cred wit it
You either fight or flight I ain’t
One for the ledge living
I do it for the ones that died
With soul food flows that
Stocked my bare kitchen i’m liberated
I drew up plays that they ain’t illustrated
I make a move, they gladly imitate it
Bitch I ain’t flattered
I’m a dragon to your paper castle
The alpha and omega
Promise it ain’t nothing after
A new beginning my catalog like James Earl
Jones the ever-living
Imagine if I didn’t make beats
That’s more for killing
Imagine if you come from the
South out my city
You probably wouldn’t make it
"Oh yeah?" yeah really
I go extra to be great
I go extra for the fam
I go extra for the cake
I got extras on the plate
I go extra every day, I got extras on the way
How much? Extra extra
How much? Extra extra
How much? Extra extra
How much? Extra extra
The road I traveled probably baffled a nigga
Labels scribble on paper
They wanna shackle a nigga
I own my masters and royalties
You can’t raffle a nigga
Wrist drip like a mango
Fingertips like I’m Thanos
Knocking doors down no bangles
Pimp without a Kangol
Tailor made, walk with a limp
Them bands is heavy, I need a brace
I am money, I guess the world is just a safe
Combination needed, not a coke a key it
I’m the extra lighter on the dresser
Bitch I know you need it
Smoking out the competition
Pourin’ up we undefeated
Fuck what you heard
What you heard ‘less you heard we eating
Talking ‘bout extra with a splash
Extra acting bad
Pull up like Pirellis on they ass
Extra with the slab
Paid what it cost for the tag
Extra with the bag young Krizzle king
Better add extra under that
I go extra to be great
I go extra for the fam
I go extra for the cake
I got extras on the plate
I go extra every day, I got extras on the way
How much? Extra extra
How much? Extra extra
How much? Extra extra
How much? Extra extra