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big k.r.i.t. - grata lata lyrics

[hook:]
i don’t have to blow the gate
i get greater, later
i’m all about my paper, so f-ck you haters
i’m trill in my build, you could never, ever
ever, ever, ever, get on my level

[verse 1:]
they convinced that i ain’t got no f-ckin’ chance to blow
like my cd ain’t been bumpin’, pimpin’, since 2004
watch me go and get it out the air, call me t-o
when it come to superbowls, i patriot on the eagles
watch me come and sn-tch a p-ss
cause you buckle under pressure like your last name was mcnabb
leave you on a f-ckin’ stretcher, ‘specially if you actin’ bad
try not to play me like a p-ssy
cause when i get motivated, i’m far from being gushy
you’re crooked, i’m a vet and i expect your respect
(?) on your set, what you waitin’ on (?)
i proceed to bleed n-ggas for all that they got
take it back 400 degrees, hey my block is still hot
what’s the g code? (?) i came to break ’em
the eagles my amigos, yea, i came to take ’em
and-1 like paul pierce, i came to shake ’em
i live to sign another day
i get greater later

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[verse 2:]
my shine, my grind, no time to lose
i got 100 n-ggas with me and they ride in 2’s
if you wanna hate on the krizzle, i’m slidin’ through
22, we got that window she’ll be slidin’ through
don’t get it twisted girl, won’t hesitate to do you
i’m a king in my town, motherf-ck i choose to (?)
be a boss
in my city not acknowledging losers
got a clique of gorilla n-ggas, leave you floatin’ up sewers
if you lame, young man, don’t come to my set
out here, it’s clear, i done gained respect
out here, can’t nothing jeopardize my rep
i’m 10 million n-gga, homie go on and cut that check
record execs, lookin’ for that pop-tart image
but that bow-wow chingy sh-t just ain’t in me
i’m a new brand of hustler, track star in me
on the block runnin’ streets, i’mma get that emmy
and you, you you n-ggas better grab them oscars
cause actin’ what you good at, thug impostors
ad-libbin’ all your life cuh, but my sh-t’s real
say you go harder than me? b-tch you’re not quite there
i’mma show you the real on real and it’s real
that n-ggas ain’t playin’ no more with that steel
the best advice for hothead n-ggas is just chill
but that sh-t you sprayin’ over a track gettin’ you k!lled

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