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[Intro: Big KRIT] I ain't the one to play with round here in my city I'm on my grind I gots to shine blink once you'll miss me Kritikal Productions [Hook: Big KRIT] I ain't the one to play with round here in my city (in my city) I'm on my grind I gots to shine blink once you'll miss me (and you'll miss me) I ain't no ordinary rapper in my to-own (in my town) I gots to hustle, shawty and I puts it do-own [Verse 1: Big KRIT] On my grind gotta shine with my folk getting paid Twist it up hit the strip get clean [?] a fade A1's on my feet, white tees clean to press I got [?] in my blood you can tell how I dress K-rizzle I-tizzle be the 'ssippi representer I was raised to get dough in the crush, all contenders Talk shit get slapped in your mouth I'm as dirty as it gets Born and bread in the south Throwback throwback, draw attention to some trims I ain't never played ball, but I'm still above rims So fresh, I guess I choose this time [?] Georgia Peaches no less than a dime I provide 'em with dreams all in one evening Bad yellow bones, I fuck 'em and leave 'em Holla at a playa if you see me on the streets With some screens in my trunk and a handful of freaks [Hook: Big KRIT] [Verse 2: C-Rock] 1-0-5, we live I'm still struggling Watch these niggas endure the [?] I'm still juggling Mean muggin', steady bussin', whatever drama call Smoke a log or kill and kill and swallow alcohol Look at naked broads, titties shaking, pussy pop Mouth like she can suck a dick, get so wet she drip drop I'm strictly business, is these niggas kidding? Woofing like you bad, getting to big for them bridges Got a big ball lil sissy here won't fight We here, we set it off and blow like tail pipes Run up in your trap and snatch your whole [?] These niggas real soft, thew sweet like honey buns Give it to 'em anyway, don't play in the A You can get ya ass whooped from the words that you say Cop hammers in there lining everywhere that I go You forever wearin' Pampers, stick your hands in my dough, whoa [Hook: Big KRIT] [Verse 3: Big KRIT] Okay, I'm a G or whatever you want to call it I make to rapping and that means I'm ballin' I find time to grind, don't find dimes That only want me for paper but paper is all mine Never, confuse me with that dude that trick [?] But the one behind V-I-P doors with thick hoes My main agenda in this game to get them dollars Throw away the Big dawg and bring back Impallas The old school drop top shit White cut, diamond cut, neon light kit I'm just a man, the extraordinaire Tryna be the next dude sellin' out Madsion Square Yeah, I encore and after that, that's it After millions and millions come back to the 'sip Posted on that same country corner I been on If it wasn't for them hater [?] been on