[Hook] x2
Hey, when you see me, you should see me on top
I'mma get money and this shit won't stop
I always stood as a man, head to the sky
747 so fly
And if I die, bury me a legend
A king remembered in time, and that's like forever
Papa told me, remember one thing little n***a
What that is?

[Verse 1]
Real n***as in the hood like "we feel you, KRIT"
Either you dead or paralyzed not to feel my shit
Or you just a hater, I see it in they eyes
More money, more problems, and more lies
Haters like flies, can't tell the difference
Soon as shit going down, they diving right in it
I'm shining light in it, I'm shining light on 'em
I'mma giant where I'm from, I got some height on me
I'm married to my money, throw some rice on me
If you owe me, pay up, respect my wife homie
You coming up short, you know the price homie
Next time put it all on your life homie
I'm still grinding for that big lick
I might shit on n***as when I get rich
Lord forgive me for these harsh gestures
But these haters never wanna see you doing better
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Soon as I'm out, they pull me right back into it
A lot of prayer and patron how I get through it
Look into the eyes of a wounded soldier
I'll stop when I die or this movement over
It's straight up the gut cause they moving over
Sippin' lead (?), got next, and Young Krizzle told ya
I got the have-nots on call
I don't jump ship, I ride 'til the sails fall off
On 'til my whole family boss hog
I gotta couple pits (?) I can't call off
When I'm chopping down the block whip rimmed up
I gotta start dying if I plan to throw this M up
Mississippi 'til the death of me
At this point, I'm the last of a dying breed
The last of the Mohicans
The last king with his own kingdom

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Father, I got my hand on my pistol
Screaming fuck the world as I'm looking through my rearview
Back to the corner, back to the slum
Gorilla warfare, we call it Vietnam
I've lost and I've gained and some have done the same
Pour out a little liquor for my rest in peace n***as
Shit
Real playas know the score now
Can't do good without a lame acting ho now
N***as wanna show out
Cause you're getting money
That type of shit they on be Dave Chappelle funny
But we don't laugh at these pussy n***as
They sell booties, somebody throw cash on these pussy n***as
Hold up, yea, I don't think that they heard me homie
Suicide door, grain blow (?), call it murder homie
I'm tied to the streets and I ain't budgin'
300 little n***a and I'm still thuggin'
[Hook]