[VI/XII] Rambo (Freestyle)

[Verse: Big K.R.I.T.] Aw man fuck that shit 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 motherfuckin' 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 fuck 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 “fuck 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 11 ain't the mark, I'll be at a 10 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'