| 4eva is a mighty long time
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| I do it for the South and them folks that held me down
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| Forever in the game, forever Multi
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| Forever getting mine, forever on the grind
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| What’s a king without a crown ho?
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| What’s a car without some sound ho?
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| What’s a king without a crown ho?
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| Sometimes all I need a bass
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| And a little liquor to ease my mind a bit
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| Cause even when you polished, niggas won’t let you shine for shit
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| That pot to piss in turned into a house on hill
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| I’m talkin' two stories no fabrication, that’s a true story for real
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| And ain’t no ghost writer, my flow tighter than gorilla fists
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| Keep it poppin' like hot grease, fried up with your catfish
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| Cut throat with that bucket seats, bust a quiche, I split her peach
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| Young Krizzle, fruit ninja, crouching tiger, hidden freak
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| Ho what’s up, I got more to tell
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| Dreams is cheap I got more to sell
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| Crush linen, grain grippin', don’t touch my buttons
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| I hate it when a bitch gets overzealous
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| So chill ho
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| I got a point to prove, that’s the reason I rhyme fo'
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| Third coast, I put it down fo'
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| What’s a king without a crown ho?
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| 4eva is a mighty long time
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| I do it for the South and them folks that held me down
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| Forever in the game, forever Multi
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| Forever getting mine, forever on the grind
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| What’s a king without a crown ho?
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| What’s a car without some sound ho?
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| What’s a king without a crown ho?
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| K-R-I-T
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| One more time for them folk that didn’t know
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| Two more time for them folk that didn’t listen
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| Three more time for them folk that said growth
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| Was impossible, for a country boy
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| Like they could spit, like they could flow
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| Shawty everybody wanna be a rapper
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| But everybody out can’t do a show
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| So I’m slammin' doors and work the wheels on her
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| Pop my bands and pop a bill on her
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| Shit changed since Krit Wuz Here
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| I raise my glass and crack a seal on her
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| Cause I deserve that, got a old school
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| Let me swerve that, in my own lane
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| I make my own beats, I write my own rhymes
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| I grip my own grind, I grip my own grain
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| And that’s royalty
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| How else I’m 'sposed to live?
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| I made do with what God gave, I do exactly what I feel
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| Yeah I play my part and I gave my heart and I represent for my crib
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| Just like them kings that came before me, I’mma keep it trill
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| Let’s go!
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| 4eva is a mighty long time
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| I do it for the South and them folks that held me down
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| Forever in the game, forever Multi
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| Forever getting mine, forever on the grind
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| What’s a king without a crown ho?
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| What’s a car without some sound ho?
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| What’s a king without a crown ho? |