BIG K.R.I.T. - KING Pt. 2 lyrics

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[Intro: Big Krit and Big Sant]

History remembers kings!

God bless you all!

I don't mean to burden you. It's just, umm, I had a conversation with a wise man. He asked me a question like, "How could you be in the position to say so much, but say so little," so this is me saying a lot

I was raised from the Bible, bet I tighten that I'm Titan's back

Same game they claim that they killing, I'm breathing life in that

Take heed, the people you lead when you reciting that

You will die for what you believe, so where's your rifle at?

Never was entertained or influenced by all the drama

Hard to bury your partner, but harder to console her mama

That only want the best for her child

Save a place for his soul Lord, he ain't been to church in a while

Said that Jesus can't save him and ain't no church in the wild

His anger fueled his ambition, I swear he forgot how to smile

"Hustle hard, hustle hard," that's what he said

While counting up this bread that he fell for, now he dead

And they can't bring him back

They locking up my people, shawty, racks on top of racks

Public housing just too crowded God, shacks on top of shacks

Most pastors misleading people that listen

When all us black folk have is music and religion

A sense of self-respect

Lost in the need to express ourselves through money, drugs, and sex

I'm a product of the same, so I understand the checks

That says that she'll be down to fall victim to her flesh

If I'm worth it she'll undress

One night of slumber, harsh rains and violent thunders

As she leaves, "Is she clean?" Lord, I often wonder

See me and ... for results, the clinic humbles

Plan B pill, God damn, your stomach rumbles

Laugh it off, but she'll keep it due to my numbers

So be it, I'll oversee that he runs and never fumbles

If it's a girl, I'll give her the world and sunny summers

And show her how to scrap in case her nigga jump on her

Protect them from the evils that TV often can feature

Beware of predators in this jungle, they out to eat ya

We all kings and queens, don't let no one else beseech ya

... throw some gold, them leave it swole, don't let it beat ya

Don't let them feed you that bullshit that they fed me

Don't follow the road I took, look where it led me

I speak my mind and my heart, I bet they dread me

In a world of give me what you got, I always said free-dom

You been starving your soul so long that you should eat sum'n

You concerned with your followers, then lead them

To a well that only you and yours drink from

I build my own, fuck your playbook

Kingdom, that's how I feel, I'm strong in faith

Don't need for you to say that God ain't real

Somethings you just shouldn't play with

My soul patient cause success ain't ever save shit, face it

We all born to die, yea that's basic

But living fast and dying young ain't salvation

You keep on with that blasphemy and I'll keep on with my praying

If you think that Lambos hot in the summer, well hell's blazing

My mind frame blown cause my brother says that I'm on

He bored at the crib while I'm wishing that I was home

Said he die for the chance, and I reply to him he was wrong

Told him he could do better than me then hung up the phone

The youth, will surely go to war for what you own

To them it's more than real, but to you it's just a song

But to you it's just a song

But to us it's just a song

[Outro]

I'm guilty of the same

Besides, no one person is to blame

I promise I'll change

I pray you do the same