Top Tier (Slowed Down Version)

Big Krit Speaks

(Top Tier)

I'm doing a 100 on the dash, in a lane, of my own

If it ain't about the cash, I just hang up the phone

Why you mad?, yo shawty out here sang'n, my songs

Flo'caine, in her veins, ain't slanging, no stones

Can't complain, it's on, maintain, that zone

Yea you think it's entertainment, till that gang, at ya home

Wrote my name on the throne, it belongs to me

Know they napping on my flow, them ho's, have gone to sleep

In my city, they be with it, yea they known, to beef

So that 9 millimeter, what I'm known, to keep

For protection, don't raise ya fucking tone, at me

Gotta watch yo own back, on these lonely streets

Learn the difference, between, the strong and weak

Took a year off, but finished all these songs, in weeks

Still bumping Makaveli, yea it's on repeat

Money talks, and it's giving me, the longest speech, for real

I'm applying that pressure, they be trying to test ya

Get wrong, muthafucka, you might die on a stretcher

Know my rhymes more fresher, just the Flames I brang

Top tier, without a fear, I remain the same

I'm applying the pressure, they be trying to test ya

Get wrong, muthafucka, you might die on a stretcher

Know my rhymes more fresher, just the Flames I brang

Top tier, without a fear, I remain the same

Ya favorite rapper, just a actor, when I'm rhyming they scared

Claim they want it, with the Flame, but they winding up dead

Staying focused, only way, to wind up, with bread

24-7, I'm at it, know I'm grinding instead

Yea I know just what you're thinking, like your mind, has been read

Really think I give a fuck, about what Simon had said

Keep the tool, for them fools, like that iron, in my shed

**** dying, they bled, they be lying, they're feds

From the slums, ya rep the wrong sign, and ya dead

Committing crimes, they fled, leave ya diamonds, all red

Straight savages, leave ya fucking mind, full of lead

Know they're blind and misled, might put that nine to ya head

I was barely 16, dreams, of hitting the big screen

We just trying to get green, running with a sick team

Had to cut shawty loose, she just a dick fiend

Now I'm back up in the booth, you know what that shit mean, ****

I'm applying that pressure, they be trying to test ya

Get wrong, muthafucka, you might die on a stretcher

Know my rhymes more fresher, just the Flames I brang

Top tier, without a fear, I remain the same

I'm applying the pressure, they be trying to test ya

Get wrong, muthafucka, you might die on a stretcher

Know my rhymes more fresher, just the Flames I brang

Top tier, without a fear, I remain the same, yea

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