Corrección Letra Big K.R.I.T. Freestyle: LA Leakers Freestyle #089 par Big K.R.I.T.

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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 ‘n***a what the f**k?’
Streams, does it really mean cream?
Platinum but still broke like what the f**k does that mеan
Favorite artists breaking down
Foreclosurеs on the acres now
‘Cause every blog pick it up, when I bust, out of lust, f**k 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 sh*t 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 sh*t look fun?
Thinking back on all the sh*t 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 n***a 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, b*t*h I got to be first
Keep what I kill, take care of the village I build
Multi alumni n***as know where I live
Branded, high and demanded
It’s all home runs from here, like they throwing underhanded
sh*t, 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 sh*t 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

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