Lyrics Big K.R.I.T. – Free Agent
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Big KRIT & Breakfast Club:
DJ Envy
«Def Jam didn’t really support, uhhh…»
Charlamagne
KRIT
«For real you were shocked?
Charlamagne
I mean, I knew you had an underground following cause of your mixtapes and stuff…»
DJ Envy
«They wasn’t ready»
Charlamagne
«… but I was shocked that they actually put your album out.»
Angela Yee
«How many more mixtapes did you end up putting out before they released your album?»
KRIT
«I mean exactly»
Angela Yee: «I know you did a lot of touring…»
KRIT
«Yeah»
Charlamagne
«I knew people in the Def Jam building who was like, ‘man… ‘ I say when the Big Krit album coming out? And they say ‘NEVER. Ain’t gonna sell no records.'»
Big KRIT:
I built it from the ground up
Act like they found us
From the sign of the label, tried to drown us
I built a boat in a moat for my castle
I graduated to a businessman, I got tassels
Another chapter, another story, another plot
Mother fuck the foul in their court, I took a shot
While they worried about the single sales-
The albums flopped
Oh Lord, Lord, Lord there they go
Trying to fuck me out another but I ain’t a ho
I produce and write my own shit, I know the score
I’m gonna drop another mixtape, ain’t gonna tour
We ain’t playing games man, I’m too raw
For you to try to take me out my motherfucking zone
For you to try and tell me I ain’t motherfucking known
I guess I gotta do it how I done it on my own, UH
I’ve been a free agent nigga
I’ve been a free agent nigga
Even when I was signed
It was multi til I die
I’ve proven motherfuckers wrong
Every God damn time
I’ve been a free agent nigga
I’ve been a free agent nigga
Naw they can’t hold
Put the whole team on my shoulders
Now there’s money on the way
Because the contract’s over
What good is a team if they don’t ball out with you?
Domino niggas they’ll fall out with you
At the table with the majors they go all out with you
Til you’re underground with it, they won’t crawl out with you
So they serve, serve you a plate
Full of scraps and the bait
You ain’t eating so you ate
So ain’t moving so you shake
Anything that you can
‘Cause you gotta drop another album
But ain’t make a mother fucking dollar, OH!
Man it’s hard to understand
How they rob a nigga then shake his other hand?
How I hit the road when I ain’t never had a chance?
How I sell a show and I ain’t even make ’em dance?
How I ain’t a gimmick but I got all these fans?
How I made in merch what you got in your advance?
How I work the tape like I was bagging up the grams?
How a country boy took that country shit and ran?
UH
I’ve been a free agent nigga
I’ve been a free agent nigga
Even when I was signed
It was multi til I die
I’ve proven motherfuckers wrong
Every God damn time
I’ve been a free agent nigga
I’ve been a free agent nigga
Naw they can’t hold
Put the whole team on my shoulders
Now there’s money on the way
Because the contract’s over