Big K.R.I.T. ● Extra Credit

(Yeah)

Yeah

(Welcome to the count)







Hold up

It ain′t easy breaking away or being a great

They slamming a door, I'm jumping a gate

′Cause a starving stomach like being punched in a face

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(Yeah)

Yeah

(Welcome to the count)







Hold up

It ain′t easy breaking away or being a great

They slamming a door, I'm jumping a gate

′Cause a starving stomach like being punched in a face

And an instrumental with a layer time that I ate




Full from all of the base

My ace boon goon big son told me about the game

20 years later, mother-fuckers know my name

King, crown me, lounging in the back of the spot

Pay homage to a underground peers and climb to the top




Funny style niggas on elevators could never fade us

I peep they the same anytime they congratulate us

Goggles is worn and bottles is popping

I'm beyond standing on haters, this ice bucket dropping

Over they head with it, into the crib with it

You either fight or flight, I ain't one for the last living

I do it for the ones that died by fed niggas

Where soul food flowed and stocked my bare kitchen

I′m liberated




I drew a play that they ain′t illustrated

I make a move, they gladly imitate it

Bitch I ain't flattered, I′m a dragon to your favorite castle

The alpha and omega, promise it ain't nothing after

A new beginning




My catalog like James L. Jones, the ever-living

Imagine if I did make beats, that′s more for killing

Imagine if you come from the side, by my city

You probably wouldn't make it

Oh yeah, yeah, really




I go extra to be great

I go extra for the fam

I got extra for the, cake

I got extras on the plate

I go extra everyday

I got extras on the, way




(How much?)

Extra, extra

(How much?)

Extra, extra

(How much?)

Extra, extra

(How much?)

Extra, extra




Ain′t no mileage or foreign dollars configure the road I traveled

Don't gravel, that probably baffle a nigga

Neighbors scribble on paper, they wanna shackle a nigga

I own my masters in wards, cause you can't raffle a nigga




Wrist drip like a mango

Fingertips like I′m Thanos

Knocking doors down, no bangles

Pimp, without a cane go

Tailor-made, walk with a limp

Them bands is heavy, I need a brace

I am money, I guess the world is just a safe




Combination needed, not a code or key

I′m the extra lighter on the dresser, bitch I know you need it

Smoking out the competition

Pouring up, we undefeated

Fuck what you heard, what you heard

Less you heard we eating




Talking 'bout, extra with a splash

Extra acting bad

Pull up like parades on they ass

Extra with a slab

Pay what it cost for the tab

Extra with the bag

Young K.R.I.T the king

Better add extra under that, whoa




I go extra to be great

I go extra for the fam

I got extra for the, cake

I got extras on the plate

I go extra everyday

I got extras on the, way




(How much?)

Extra, extra

(How much?)

Extra, extra

(How much?)

Extra, extra

(How much?)

Extra, extra




(Yeah, yeah, yeah)



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