Get Em from Last Laugh by Big O.U.N.C.E., I AM Cricchi

Intro
I mean, fuck, y’all thought I was out here doing?
Y’all thought I was fucking around?
Ohh, I see, y’all thought I was fake.
Y’all motherfuckers need to look the fuck out.
(ha ha ha ha)

HOOK

Put me at the table, I’ma eat and clear my plate.
Don’t type in the comments, come say that shit to my face.
They thinkin’ it’s all luck, but it’s strictly hard work and fate.
Level up and never settle, keep going ’til you reach the plate.

Big O.U.N.C.E — Verse

Real talk, heavy shit, I’m with it, mane, comin’ with that Metallica heavy mental.
(Get ’em)
Watch your partner in might (get ’em)
You don’t want the business like that of mane, I promise, yuh.
I don’t mean to sit here and try to challenge you,
But you against the bull cross-bred with a stallion.

I AM Cricchi — Verse

I’m a big horse, big boss, bitch.
One house, three cars, bitch, my time ain’t far, bitch.
My life been scared switched, Hit em' with the fast flow ’cause that flow
stuck in the back door like oh with an asshole.
No like tonight, but I still ain’t crash though.
The beat like a hoe, watch your shit get passed, bro.
I’m mean for the threes, I don’t mean steep Nash though.
Talk clear, we can hear all that weak-ass rap, bro.
I’m sick of all these rappers just put on a wack show.
Act real and they feel it, but you rather cap more.

HOOK (X2)

Put me at the table, I’ma eat and clear my plate.
Don’t type in the comments, come say that shit to my face.
They thinkin’ it’s all luck, but it’s strictly hard work and fate.
Level up and never settle, keep going ’til you reach the plate.

I AM Cricchi — Verse

I’ma start this off with a hi, hello.
Your boy made dreams from dope, I know.
Heart beatin’ and you breathin’ like it’s too much coke.
Cricchi bring too much shmoo, they shoulda told ya.
I’m feigning for war like vets when they comin’ home.
Do hold my composure, I got a life that be crazy and doin’ the shit that they don’t do.
Don’t let it mold you, be you.
If you get to talking, then speak truth.
Done so much walking in these shoes, say you ready for war, then me too.

Big O.U.N.C.E — Verse

I hold it down for my fam, I’m holdin’ on my medallions.
I’ll come though and knock you out so-called “battalions.”
Murk it up on the real, said I’m comin’ up for the kill.
Painted a picture perfect, known as an intricate visionary.
Spittin’ flame with that heat, scorchin’ y’all into incendiary.
Rebuilding on this empire, y’all a janissary.
Inevitably it’s my destiny to decimate you real rappers,
Eradicate, Oblivorate. anyone in my vicinity I’ll pulverize.
Or I might just take over, tyrannize, tell me who is as vile as I.

HOOK

Put me at the table, I’ma eat and clear my plate.
Don’t type in the comments, come say that shit to my face.
They thinkin’ it’s all luck, but it’s strictly hard work and fate.
Level up and never settle, keep going ’til you reach the plate.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• alternative hip-hop
• boom bap
• confidence anthem
• conscious hip hop
• dope music
• hip hop (real shit)
• hustle mentality
• lyrical rap
• raw bars
• real rap 2025
• street anthem
• street hip-hop
• trap banger
• west coast hip hop
• Cedar City