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big k.r.i.t. - [viii/xii] no chance (freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
shout out to rae sremmurd, ear drummers
you know what i mean man, k!lling it man still working it man

[verse 1]
yeah, this ain’t even my flow
and i’ma stick to it like velcro
swinging these elbows
the only strikes they got is sh-lltoes
got them ho’s on the track like a railroad
will you do a verse for the frisky?
call dutch my n-gga, “n-gga h-ll no!”
paying what it cost, i ain’t taking no losses nowadays
looking like bosses nowadays, foreigns and offers nowadays
peanut chicken sauce and saucing nowadays
burial ground, rappers in coffins nowadays
a big crib in the outfield feelin’ like kenny lofton nowadays
look at how i done it forest gump sh-t when i run it
david blaine with flow, turning nothing into something
pockets super clumping, royal rumble thumpin’
quiet but i shoot, call me tim duncan
talking money play it, while i’m at a luncheon
why you call my phone if you ain’t want nothing, b-tch stop fronting
know you’re something when i came down with the top off and the doors up with my feet out
gripping more grain than a treehouse
tint was so dark i can’t see out
who the greatest? me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me and me!
who did i leave out?
nah n-gga i’m on it, if you ain’t friend, you opponent
if you ain’t paid for that sh-t and this then your name you don’t own it
on the road like an almanac
pressing b-ttons call me presidential living
all’s fair in love and war, i’ll send a missile right to a sinner
no we ain’t quite the same n-gga, all the same n-gga since the name n-gga
you a lame n-gga, they ain’t hang with ya’
you ain’t f-cked ho’s till the fame n-gga
i was game n-gga to the mouthpiece
put a d-ck right where her mouth be
i was doing it, doing it, doing it well
you a handout, outreach!
sleeping on haters that couch flow
social networking to make a million
hating ain’t good for your blood pressure
all that salt and sh-t might up and k!ll ya’
invisible set in that’s how i grill ya’
smiling my way here to the bank
escape the prison of the label
counting all the paper while these n-ggas shawshank
krizzle!

- big k r i t lyrics

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