Verse 1: Vin Jay
Yo
Livin on ten, no Cloud Nine cause I been above it
Got rid of my friends, need small circles and bigger budgets
Had to make that leap, paid for the words, this talk ain't cheap
I let it rip and that's R.I.P, let it rip and that's R.I.P
Aw yeah they know that I'm on next, y'all blow that's more like a bomb threat
I made a mill and I kept it humble while y'all still broke with a complex
Slower than 5.0 in the projects, sp-speed it up or get left behind
Pessimists who get left to die, try pressin' me, but I'm pressed for timе
I don't press rewind, I go one takе, finna ball out y'all gon' pump fake
Touch down and I fuck up the runway, make it back home by Sunday
Never been one for the Mundane, always on the move, always on the rise
Competition ain't never gon' survive
I could take 'em all both hands tied, blindfolded, kill your whole franchise
Feel like I'm John Madden, I own the game, and I drop them classics
Look at this guap stackin, I treat the shit like it's prop cash and I
Blow it all, just showin' y'all that this cash ain't shit to me
Hits on hits, I repeat history, then make it all back instantly

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Call me the champ, 'cause I'm bigger than you
I been the man, I been bustin' the moves
Feel like Madden now I'm gonna win, never should've let 'em in
[?], I stay on gold
[Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko]
I been a long shot, like Steph for the 3, never been no pressure to me
I'm expectin' to be, an heir for the king, better speed up
On the throne with his feet up
I been doin' this, while you were still on the titty
I was eatin', I was chewin' it up, in a different city gettin' a buck
I make a [?] always givin' a fuck, literally, I go ape shit
And I look like one, so you better not say shit
You're lookin' at a mental patient, become impatient cause every patient
Was workin' a day shift with basic space to fill, thinkin' of perfect ways to kill
If I could get on, and sit at the table, and you don't really need a label
You get it yourself with no gold trophy on the shelf
And most poor folk don't know how to get that wealth
Well I throw it in the air like a strip club
And this D ain't for free so I slip it in the tip cup
I'm so OG, and no lowkey, a big fat S-O-B
Gettin' paid off of Do Re Mi, so don't blame me
I hear a top 10 and it don't make me (CARE!!!!)
I been on, and now I'm bout to get back on
I made a figure you can sit back on
A quarterback, you can never sack, I be stackin' up every stack
Tried packin', I'm never lackin'
Feel like I'm John Madden, lotta W's and I'm not cappin'
[?] on the track braggin', [?]

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Call me the champ, 'cause I'm bigger than you
I been the man, I been bustin' the moves
Feel like Madden now I'm gonna win, never should've let 'em in
[?], I stay on gold