Logic, Big K.R.I.T. - Top Ten lyrics

I hope you feel this shit
Top ten flow and it's still this shit
Went away, had to get away, been away
Came back and a motherfucker still the shit
Hold up, what's real as this? Feelin' myself
Who ill as this?
Mastered the flow from the east to the west
But
Right now I'm wondering how trill is this, i
Been around for a minute now, one hunnid
I'm in it now
People that wasn't there back in
The day talkin' 'bout, man
Remember I'm winning now
I could only imagine if I was beginning now
Back in the beginning now fuck that
Spent a mil' on the chain and
I tell my company deduct that
Get the fuck back

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First off
I give a fuck about all that top five
If I ain't in it
Niggas barely ever play my records
(It don't matter) , but I'm still winnin'
From the M-Icrooked just to make
'em peep what I'm cookin'
I love Mississippi
I put a studio in my partner kitchen
So by the way I'm whippin'
You would think I'm juggin' these hoes
Cuttin' crack and make 'em double
Back like excuse me, nigga
I need a stove, nah, I ain't selling dope
But this a metaphor for my flow
But I'ma probably have to hit with a fork
(Maybe dumb it down)
'Til it bubble up and then rise some more
So I can bag it up for these Insta folk
And sell it for the low 'cause they simple
('Cause they simple) if I hear, "KRIT
You need a hit" one more time
Lookin' at us like
"How these motherfuckers gon'
Undership mine?"
Still do an interview here and there
Where they don't even know that I'm signed
(Nigga you had to know that)
If I wait on the label to support
My vision I might go blind
Lately I've been on my tell it all get rich
Start plottin' on my way I did
To show like Empire may the very thing
I dreamed of look like bullshit
Kill em all, why not, King when I'm busy
Krizzle up in the blizzard and
The cold is the said who was here
Never really snowed in the sizzie
Fuck what ya heard, multi 'til I dizzie
Bitch

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A'ight, check it (yeah, yeah) it's the take
I heard y'all been checking my net worth
What the fuck is y'all doing?
Y'all ain't on my level
Boy, go pay your rent first
And then maybe I'll sign you
I'm looking for talent
I hope that I find you "Wait a minute
You asked me now let me tell
You now here's another problem"
They probably expecting that shit for
The first album, man, fuck that
They'll say that I changed
And I'll say I had to show 'em my range
'Cause if I do what I did
Then they'll say it's the same
Just can't win in this game (yeah, yeah)
"What's wrong with it?" A'ight, yeah, uh
Money talks, that's a figure of speech
That went over their head
Like the dough that I throw in
The air like I'm Papa John
That mafia money, that Parmigian'
My shortie a dime, your bitch is a nine
Pennies, prolly take her to Dennys
We chillin' at Lenny's
You know I got 99 problems
But keep it a hunnid
You know that I done it
Just me and my homies
We tryna make it to the summit
Praying that we don't plummet
Like, "Oh my God, look at your boy
Now you finally done it"
I've been writing these records
From actual facts
So hopefully you learn something from it
But what I learned is

I've been on a grind and now
They all know what's up so high, so high
I said I've been on a grind and
Now they all know what's up so high, so high
I've been on a grind and now
They all know what's up so high, so high
I said I've been on a grind and
Now they all know what's up so high