BIG K.R.I.T.

BIG K.R.I.T. - American Rapstar lyrics

rate me

Intro

An A&R once told me

“You can determine the worth of a song within 15 seconds of it playing”

With complete and utter lack of the fact

That it takes takes all 3 minutes and 40 seconds of a song

To comprehend what I’m saying

It ain't a single if it don’t fly

It ain't a hit if it don’t ride

Now he couldn’t tell me the components of a smash

But the ringtones were their all-time high

And a rappers only as big as his chain, the flashier the better

Hook

They say "money make the world go round"

You never lost til you lose your crown

And they don’t love you till you’re under ground

Or when you’re maxing out your bank account

Yeah, you do it all just to live the life

Even if it means you don’t live it right

And even if it means you don’t survive the night

But if even if you do you won’t survive the hype

Of an American rapstar

Verse 1 - Big K.R.I.T

Push it to the limit (Why?)

Just to get up high with a wood grain kitted?

Ride around town like I never lived in it

Gun in my dash, pray I never kill with it

I’m that real with it

Got my eyes on the prize

Bills still due, motherfuck 9-5

Wanna buy a bottle but I ain't paid my tithes

This ain't no lie, I got a vision and a masterplan

To hit the block and blow up like a Taliban

I make it where the plane never have to land

I make it where them lames never stand a chance

Shit, you’ll never know what the time’ll tell

You either starve or you find the scale

You either buying or you tryna' sell

You either fall or you grind the rails

Hook

Verse 2 - Big K.R.I.T

So watch me get it how I live

Waiting on my moment, screaming fuck how they feel

Dodging jail cells and them pigs down to kill

They shot Oscar Grant swear it gave a nigga chills

Lets keep it real, if you ain't looking keep your eyes closed

Will I pay what I owe? Only God knows

I ain't for sure, give me strength just to change what I can’t

And understand the difference between a nigga and the King that I am

Gotta keep ya finger on the trigger

Pac died, Biggie died, they ain't found a killer

Momma say she worried ’cause I rap about the Government

And how the Church caked other people out there struggling (its real though)

I just call it how it is, folk

I’m breathing for a reason, what you here for?

They got it where the villains who we chill for

Cause they murdered all the heroes

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