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krysko - li • xvii • mmxxiv lyrics

[intro]
(2 lighter fl!cks)
hold me down, baby
hold me down, baby
hold me down, yeah

hold me down, baby
hold me down, baby
hold me down, yeah

[verse]
this be that hazy sh+t, that pop a bottle and drink that sh+t
my veins are made of like 80 bricks
that’re meant for breaking ribs off of these lazy pr+cks, fake as sh+t—
get it yet? i’m made for this
i ain’t a christian but… wait—wait for this

i’m rollin’ this weed and blazing it, flamin’ in it like a satanist
az said life’s a b+tch so i put a blade to it
told her she never gave me sh+t
then she gave me this… this

this sh+t that i don’t deserve
i’m still tryna figure out whether it’s a gift or a curse
i treat an opp like a sick dog and put the b+tch in the dirt
yeah, i’m dead inside—but i stay drivin’ like a he+rs+, yeah
there’s things you can’t change—you gotta let it ride
had problems arise—i had to let it slide
i’m smokin’ dope and k!llin’ flows with heavy eyes
and i got some angels in the sky and i just…

got my granny up in heaven, so my head is in the clouds
got some homies down in h+ll, so i’m ten toes down
got gold around my neck, around my wrist and in my mouth
but they ain’t judgin’ who i am—only who i had around

you ever see me with an ounce, i’m probably breakin’ down a pound
only smokin’ when i’m with a b+tch or when i’m out of town
and every time i take a hit, it takes me out of bounds like…
lights a blunt and puffs it … takes me out of bounds like—

i’m just keepin’ it real
intrusive thoughts—i’d rather leave ‘em concealed
i left the last chick after makin’ her sing like she’s seal
and my rebound was so fast you would think i’m shaquille

or rodman—f+ck, man, i’m just keepin’ it honest
y’all hear krysko and you’re knowin’ that i’m gon’ pop sh+t
such a disciple—my name should be thomas
‘cause these gospels are gnostic—amen

not many rappers are able to say they’re in their own top ten
but when i look at my list—i’m in
try and diss my pen? i’m him
i stand on my bars like a prison sentence—this is my bid—f+ck it
and that’s a bar!
i could spit like this from the morning ‘til after dark
rappers nowadays—they ain’t even half as hard
another white boy that’s spittin’ but i’m no asher roth (haha)

more eminem and mac miller
not a gat filler or a cap peeler
but i got more demons than a crack dealer
rappers nowadays are puttin’ albums out and their sh+t is like half filler

but i’m not here to diss on how they get their message out
but you don’t need designer when you got a sense of style
and i’m not sayin’ i’m the best—but i’m better now
and i’m not sayin’ i’m a hoe—but i get around (ha)

i guess what i’m tryna say is—i’m just tryna change
and real g’s move in silence like reign
i got too many rhymes about my pain, so…

f++k it

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