Big K.R.I.T. - Bottom Ain't The Place 4 A G lyrics

[Hook x2] When it's all said and done they gonna see me on top With a deal and meal twenty fours on the drop Street boys I'm a get it I'm the K-R-I-T And the bottom of the game ain't the place for a G [Verse 1] Aye I'm back ho stay on my grind Tight as my buzz and then pa** out Crooks and jackers coming to snatch you through you backdoor If you want kings then it's that 'Krizzle that you ask for No one attended none of your parties or your last show n***as this slick I keep that biscuit in my dash vault Money's a river and can't no man up in my care flow Keep my business composed and talk for a little though Tell all them fams they having running with the task force CD don't sell but it shelves if you don't grind Haters so tarnished by all their snitching that they don't shine Practice my pimping so when I'm pimping man it's going down Either in mine or in your city or your nearest town Shaking the block so much that these motherf**ers hear me now Hear me from underneath so that mean that I'm still underground Really don't bother me because they're still gonna represent a G If I don't blow today I'll just get mine in the south scene [Hook x2] [Verse 2] Aye I'm back ho stay on my rhymes Tight as my buzz and then I get stacked Quicker than n***as with smart mouths get their domes cracked Keeping my folk that's from Mississippi like I'm supposed to If I don't share with you n***as that's means I don't know you Tricked out colliders sh** really phases me never ever n***a Plenty of n***as rapping but clearly I am better n***a Boy in the hood I 'puts' it down for the whole block n***as in tracks and then that makes them want to close the shop Hate to the bearer of bad news but you ain't me Spit out them rhymes and on top of that I make beats n***a the wrists I'll be the next artist to sign a deal Put me some twenty fours on that lick it and cop a billion green Showing my a** because when I smash n***as better gone Why would I need a man the street's got my back 'cuh' I got potential to have the mix tape of the century If I don't blow today I just get mine on the south scene [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Aye this ain't a game, motherf**er like you thought it was n***as don't compare to the K, they don't ball enough Because all the animosity they pile it all The game's like some p**y, n***a y'all getting swallowed up Because they know I'll have your back all night hard And It's gonna cost sh**, your rap it's not bars You couldn't blow if you had Hov on track, T.I., Nas, Young Jeezy And the Holy Ghost on track, and if they did the hook, and Pharrell aced a beat Every boss gangster crip'll pumped up a grave street Y'all n***as must be tripping he going farther than these groups Y'all n***as entertain but I really make music I really can't do this I'm respected for mine They don't care how much it cost they just want me to sign If I let a rap city take their votes in the streets I'm the figure on my time, and you sound like (some) mayor links [Hook x2]