[I/XII] That Part (Freestyle)

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

12, 12

Ugh

[Verse: Big K.R.I.T.]

Lately, I been talking to my ego

That we gon' be one of the greatest to ever make it from the dirty south

It’s going down, just look alive

Fuck what they heard and who they signed you did more

For the culture than them combined it took a while to prove them wrong, 300 songs later

No debating they’ll pass the crown to ya

At the feet of a king that was chained to defeat till he rose out the creek of the sip with a chip on his shoulders

Last of a dying breed who gonna lead it

The rap shit is over

Matta fact there is no subject matter or exposure

I can feel the end getting closer

Maybe I ain't sober the drank got me dranked out

The gas mixed with hash and oil got ya tanked out

Spent so much time in the vault I was banked out

Don’t talk to me about hit song with yo stank mouth

Im being serious

Dark as night still see the vision

Country boy break the block with no collision

Old school MC with no suspension

Sometimes it was me and God and my religion

Itchin to make some scratch

And jump in the 'Lac with the twanks and the flat

The diamond in the back

Bumping UGK, my rims don’t scrape, my trunk on quake

I can't hear hate like "What you say?"

Fuck yall niggas

Im 10 toes down

And still moving

I never seen so many with rings thats still losing

Never seen so many faces

Don’t mean they boo hooing

Why you worried bout me and mine what you doing

That goal ain't fooling ain't never ever ever

I buried mine im running out of shovels

Angel wings and those that tuck their feathers

Until I'm tired of here and go to heaven!

Krizzle!