Logic - Top Ten lyrics

I hope you feel this sh** Top ten flow and it's still this sh** Went away, had to get away Been away, came back and a motherf**er still the sh** Hold up, what's real as this? Feelin' myself, who ill as this? Mastered the flow from the east to the west But right now I'm wondering how trill is this I've been around for a minute now One hunnid, I'm in it now People that wasn't there back in the day talkin' bout Man, remember I'm winning now I could only imagine if I was beginning now Back in the beginning now f** that Spent a mil' on the chain and I tell my company deduct that Get the f** back First off I give a f** about all that top five If I ain't in it n***as barely ever play my records (It don't matter) But I'm still winnin' from the M-I-crooked Just to make 'em peep what I'm cookin', I love Mississippi I put a studio in my partner kitchen So by the way I'm whippin you would think I'm juggin' these hoes Cuttin' crack and make 'em double back like excuse me n***a I need a stove, nah, I ain't selling dope But this a metaphor for my flow But I'mma probably have to hit with a fork (maybe dumb it down) 'Til it bubble up and then rise some more So I can bag it up for these insta folk And sell it for the low 'cause they simple If I hear "KRIT, you need a hit" one more time Lookin' at us like "how these motherf**ers gon' under ship mine?" Still do an interview here there And they don't even know that I'm signed (n***a you had to know that) If I wait on the label to support my vision I might go blind Lately I've been on my tell it all get rich Start plottin' on my way I did To show like Empire may the very thing I dreamed of Look like bullsh** k** 'em all, why not, King when I'm busy Krizzle up in the blizzard and the cold Said who was here, never really snowed in the sizzie f** what ya heard, multi 'til I dizzie, b**h Aight, check it, it's the take I heard y'all been checking my net worth What the f** is y'all doing? Y'all ain't on my level, boy, go pay your rent first And then maybe I'll sign you I'm looking for talent, I hope that I find you (Wait a minute, you asked me now let me tell you Now here's another problem) They probably expecting that sh** for the first album, man f** that They'll say that I changed And I'll say I had to show 'em my range 'Cause if I do what I did then they'll say it's the same Just can't win in this game (What's wrong with it) Money talks, that's a figure of speech, that went over their head Like the dough that I throw in the air like I'm Papa John That mafia money, that parmesan My shortie a dime, your b**hes are not, pennies Probably take her to Denny's, we chillin at Lenny's You know I got 99 problems, but keep it a hundred You know that I done it Just me and my homies, we tryna make it to the summit Praying that we don't plummet Like "Oh my God look at your boy now you finally done it" I've been writing these records from actual facts So hopefully you learn something from it But what I learned is