Syk Sense - Rambo (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse: Big K.R.I.T.] Aw man f** that sh** I been with it I was grindin' from the sun up to sun down for Mississippi On the late night, ain't much more that you could tell me Ain't much that I ain't sold that you could sell me Out of the kitchen I'm whippin' something to change up Callin' up the radio only for them to hang up Frustration boilin', I harbor and let it linger Hit the booth and burn it, all of the fuel from all the anger Goddamn, when I'm on, they gotta pay up Every motherf**in' pawn that I weigh up Roaches in our hotel, I gotta stay up One day, God gon' answer my prayers Angels watch over me in my city In case a hater want my place, come get it I never wanted more than I needed, just try to maintain Make a couple plays and show my brothers the same thing Ride clean even if it was a plain Jane I used to be on foot trynna chase change A meal a day will get me through the trenches A pack of ramen noodles, Faygo drank ain't fulfillin' But f** it, if the next step is beggin' for a biscuit In the soup line of the church house kitchen I put the pieces together, lo and behold I know the game's a rabbit hole but how far does it go? To the money, perhaps Financial freedom is far from the trap Far from the “f** you's” and fraudulent daps Far from the city, you might need a map, to get where I'm at The only time you ever see me drop a pen Long as there's breath in my lungs, I keep goin' in Long as I'm livin', make the mark, I be outta ten Forever multi to the very end [Hook x4] I'm a paper chaser, I got my stock up high, remainin' a G 'Til the moment I expire, I know what it is I keep it Southern when I'm bustin', I handle my biz It's multi or it's nothin'