Tax Free

Feel like I should've put a gorilla in for this one, God damn That invisible set again the way the cadence though, God damn Uh They holler, "Krizzle, where you been?" I've been out here on it Studio going Kicking and flowing Three in the morning Tryna make something worth it 'cause most this rap shit ain't working I'm fully focused on climbing, these clowns They clown for the circus, uh I'm just tryna ride a city I ain't never been And get that club appearance money that's too much to spend And buy another old-school and sit it on some rims And hit the nearest KOD and throw it in the wind Hell, it was tax free I'll blow all that shit before they tax me The ticket for today, that other ticket last week We talking prices, you don't like it, then don't ask me 'Cause every time I kick a verse, the price go higher and higher I make a beat and rapped on it, that's like fire to fire When most these lames was in they feelings, I was rotating tires Selling country shit when the label said that they wouldn't buy it Like, why would you deny it? Them niggas get live-est When I get on my live shit, I might start a riot Despite my empire, you act like I'm lying Now I'm on the top five, bitch, and wasn't even trying, uh They drop the ball all they want and I'ma pick it up Windmill three-sixty behind the back, but it just ain't enough I'm left to shoot the shot, one on the clock I'm living for the clutch A nigga that don't understand the game someone that I can't trust A ho that's down to fuck for fame's a ho that I can't fuck When you King Midas with the flow, some shit you just can't touch Gold twinkies, I'm out here swinging on these hoes Multi be the gang, I'm out here banging on these hoes No half-stepping, Big Daddy Kane on these hoes More money, more money, I'm Damon Wayans on these hoes From the 2000s I'ma buy what I want while you browsing We set the standard higher than a giant standing on two mountains I built my ship to ride the wave, I'm like, "Who drowning?" Nowadays, the bag a hot potato, my nigga like, "You count it" Too much, wrist hurting How much? Ain't certain Gotta break it down, use the money counter And watch out for these niggas lurking Yeah, it's crazy how I spit and now it's in the game I got these bitches twerking Multi 'til the sun die (Yee), twelve for twelve with these verses Krizzle (Yee) Krizzle Let's go