Letra de Tax Free - Big K.R.I.T.

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

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