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Big K.r.i.t.

Genres: Hip-Hop

Mt. Olympus Lyrics - Big K.r.i.t.

"Mt. Olympus" 

 

Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap 

5 albums in, I swear a country nigga snap 

Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass 

Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank 

Fuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap 

5 albums in, I swear a country nigga snap 

Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine 

Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind 

(Yeah ho) 

 

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All this attention 

I don't even know what I might even do with it 

That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw 

Maybe you hit it 

Aww man, I'm more concerned why niggas been textin' my cell 

Callin' my phone 

Ask me about this Kendrick shit 

That he ain't even really even diss me on 

I ain't drawn to all this propaganda 

Rap shit 'bout as real as Santa 

Now I'm lyrical all of the sudden 

Well last year they claim they ain't understand me 

I'm buryin' this 

And pissin' on they graves 

Another nigga, other nigga name on your chain 

And they call me a slave 

Niggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body 

In the studio tryna calm your soul 

Lookin' at your manager, I think Krizzle got me 

I put you in the trunk with these subwoofers 

5th wheel in my shottie 

I'm so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible 

Page 1, come here son 

Mind your manners, just be cool 

I know you lame when you was in school 

The little fame you ain't used to 

And it was easy for you to move through 

English class put you off a thesaurus 

Like one of these days I'm gonna be a rapper 

But all my verses gonna be borrowed 

So I'm a take from all these Southern artists 

That mainstream never heard of 

Recycle all of they lingo 

And make sure I screw my words up 

Bravo for your swagger-jackin' 

I'm overwhelmed by your dedication 

You actually fooled these people into thinkin' 

That your music was innovative 

Frustrated 

Rap battlin' never got me out of no public housin' 

You tellin' me I can be King of Hip-Hop 

And they wouldn't give it to Andre 3000? 

Nigga please, this award ain't got shit to do with us 

God could physically come down and say "he the greatest 

My favorite, y'all should listen, he have potential 

To outlive the heatwave I'm a send through this motherfucker 

And rebuild for a whole 'nother other culture" 

And that wouldn't be enough 

So fuck these haters and fuck these hoes 

Damn right I still mean that 

 

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Hope the hook wasn't too simple 

Either way nigga, I wrote it 

Yes, I made the beat, yes, I mixed the track 

I am far from wack, you a one-trick pony 

I don't fall in line, I define what's rhyme 

Fuck what you was thinkin', bloggers they can quote it 

Lotta rappers buried underneath my house 

They know what I'm 'bout, you ain't even know it 

Overdosed on hocus-pocus, jibber-jabber 

Snap on my stature was firebreathin' dragon 

King of every castle, how you signin' rappers? 

All these labels must be givin' out a raffle 

Wranglin' like cattle, keep a nigga shackled 

Leavin' people baffled, tap dance nigga 

Misleadin' all of your rap fans, nigga 

Might as well just do a lap dance, nigga 

Sap ass nigga 

Do whatever for some dap ass nigga 

I ain't got time 

To watch out for children, stay out my kitchen 

The shit that I'm cookin' ain't meant for your kind 

Crackin' and bashin' the shit out your spine 

King with a crown, humble and tall 

Tyrants never keep quiet, they'd rather be violent 

So I'm beheading them all! 

The lay of the land, I'm settin' fire to buildings and bridges 

You ain't sell out a show until you sell out one in Mississippi 

What's good for Hip Hop may not be good for my soul 

So, I keep flexin', wreckin', for the people that respect it 

Check it, fuck a Control 

(Are you not entertained!) 

Bih! 

 

Fuck them niggas! 

Yea, I said it, fuck them niggas! 

Yea, I said it, fuck them niggas! 

Yea, I said it, thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind 

Fuck them niggas! 

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