Logic - Top Ten lyrics
rate met. Big K.R.I.T.
(Verse: Logic)
I hope ya feel this shit, top ten flow & it's still this shit
Went away, had to get away
Been away, came back & a muthafucka still the shit
Hold up, what's real as this? Feeling myself, who ill as this?
Mastered the flow from the east to the west
But right now I'm wonderin' how trill is this
I've been around fo' a minute now, 100, I'm in it now
People that wasn't there back in the day talking bout
Man, remember I'm winnin' now
I could only imagine if I was beginnin' now
Back in the beginnin' now, fuck that!
Spent a mil on the chain & I tell my company to duck that
Get the fuck back
(Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.)
First off I give a fuck about all that top five if I ain't in it
Niggas barely eva play my records
But I'm still winning from the M-I-crooked
Just to make 'em peep what I'm cooking, I luv Mississippi
I put a studio in my partner kitchen
So by the way I'm whipping ya would think I'm juuging these hoes
Cutting crack & make 'em double back like excuse me nigga
I need a stove, nah, I ain't sellin' dope
But this a metaphor fo' my flow
But I'mma probably have to hit with a fork
Till it bubble up & then rise some more
So I can bag it up fo' these insta folk
& sell it fo' the low cuz they simple
If I hear 'KRIT, ya need a hit' one more time
Looking at us like 'how these muthafuckas gon unda ship mine?'
Still do an interview here there
& they don't even know that I'm signed
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 plotting 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 & the cold is the business
Said who was here, neva really snowed in the sizzie
Fuck what ya heard, more times till I dizzie, bitch
(Verse 3: Logic)
Aight, check it, this the tape
I heard y'all been checkin' my net worth
What the fuck is y'all doin'?
Y'all ain't on my level, boy, go pay yo rent first
& then maybe I'll sign ya
I'm lookin' fo' talent, I hope that I find ya
(Wait a minute, ya asked me now let me tell ya)
(Now here's anotha problem!)
They probably expectin' that shit fo' the first album, man fuck that
They'll say that I changed
& I'll say I had to show 'em my range
Cuz if I do what I did then they'll say it's the same
Just can't win in this game
Money talks, that's a figure of speech, that went ova they' head
Like the dough that I throw in the air like I'm Papa John
That mafia money, that parmesan
My shortie's a dime, yo bitches are not, pennies
Prolly take her to Dennys, we chilling at Lenny's
Ya know I got 99 problems, but keep it 100
Ya know that I done it
Just me & my homies, we tryna make it to the summit
Prayin' that we don't plummet
Like 'oh my God look at yo boy know that ya finally done it'
I've been writin' these records from actual facts
So hopefully ya learn sumethin' from it, but what I learned is
(Outro)
I've been on the grindin' & now they all know what's up
So high So high
I said I've been on the grindin' & now they all know what's up
So high So high
I've been on the grindin' & now they all know what's up
So high So high
I've been on the grindin' & now they all know what's up
So high So high
