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conversations.value: Write me a song called Top Ten with the following description: To celebrate hitting 400k followers on Twitter, Logic releases this track featuring Def Jam label mate Big KRIT. The song also features additional vocals from Dria, a member of The FrontRunnaz.
  
  The artwork is a reference to the iconic arcade fighting game, Mortal Kombat. After choosing a character to play as and thereafter choosing your destiny for the game, as you defeat characters you move up the ranks of the top ten characters of a difficulty mode. Here Logic is stating he has beaten all the characters and him and KRIT are the top of the chain.
  
  The track samples Frank Dukes' Kingsway Music Library project, as well as Adam Feeney & Chester Stone Hansen’s “Vibez"—best known for being sped up and heavily sampled in Drake’s “0 to 100 / The Catch Up,” however, the "Top Ten” production is a more obvious nod to the Blackalicious track, “If I May.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Logic]
  I hope you
  Feel this shit, top ten flow and it's still this shit
  Went away, had to get away, been away, came back and a motherfucker still the shit
  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
  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
  Fuck that, spent a mil' on the chain and I tell my company deduct that
  Get the fuck back
  [Chorus: Logic]
  La-da (Yeah, yeah,) la-da (Yeah, yeah)
  Da-da (Uh, uh,) da-da (Yeah, yeah)
  La-da (Yeah, yeah,) la-da (Yeah, yeah)
  Da-da (Uh,) da-da
  [Verse 2: Big KRIT]
  First off
  I give a fuck about all that top five, if I ain't in it
  Niggas 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, nigga
  I need a stove, nah, I ain't selling dope
  But this a metaphor for my flow
  But I'ma 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 ('Cause they simple)
  If I hear, "KRIT, you need a hit" one more time
  Lookin' at us like, "How these motherfuckers gon' undership mine?"
  Still do an interview here and there
  Where they don't even know that I'm signed
  (Nigga 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 bullshit
  Kill em all, why not, King when I'm busy
  Krizzle up in the blizzard and the cold is the [?]
  Said who was here, never really snowed in the sizzie
  Fuck what ya heard, multi 'til I dizzie, bitch [Chorus: Logic]
  La-da (Yeah, yeah,) la-da (Yeah, yeah)
  Da-da (Uh, uh,) da-da (Yeah, yeah)
  La-da (Yeah, yeah,) la-da (Yeah, yeah)
  Da-da (Uh, uh) da-da
  [Verse 3: Logic]
  A'ight, check it (Yeah, yeah)
  It's the take, I heard y'all been checking my net worth
  What the fuck 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 shit for the first album, man, fuck 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 (Yeah, yeah)
  "What's wrong with it ?"
   A'ight, yeah, uh
  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 Parmigian'
  My shortie a dime, your bitch is a nine
  Pennies, 
  prolly take her to Dennys, we chillin' at Lenny's
  You know I got 99 problems, but keep it a hunnid
  , 
  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 [Outro: Logic]
  I've been on a grind and now they all know what's up
  So high, so high
  I said I've been on a grind and now they all know what's up
  So high, so high
  I've been on a grind and now they all know what's up
  So high, so high
  I said I've been on a grind and now they all know what's up
  So high
  [Produced by 6ix]