BIG K.R.I.T. - King Pt 3 lyrics

rate me

Yeah, this for them sole believers

Eager to be achievers

And all those old folk on they post used to oversee us

It takes a village to stop a pillage of serpent seekers

Under detection from weapons I pray that God can keep us

We run away from things that used to reach us

Rather a Bible than a rifle, what can balling teach us?

Cross over, the pennies and loafer now we have to spend

Sitting on sofas, barely sober, waiting on the end

Be a rapper or a Christian Krit

‘Cause in this game there’s no room for that religion shit

Acrobatic flip my temper ‘cause I remember

It’s either heaven or hell and that shit simple

Fall asleep in pews, the choir oohs with soothes

Battle hearts of so many that life could often abuse

Who are you to mock my healing?

What’s a message without feeling?

I don’t care if you paid for mine

I just hoping that you listen, I might

If we don’t talk about your top five

Let’s pretend all this shit right

Turn a long road to a short drive

Overflow with ambition so why we wasting time?

You’re in a glow, ain’t for dimming, I swear you wasting shine

My time ain’t for spilling so don’t be wasting mine

Don’t be wasting mine

I can’t stand

Like I left you at the podium

Niggas screaming out family, but I ain’t knowing ‘em

Mad ‘cause the false love they give me I ain’t showing ‘em

I paid my dues, now I ain’t owing ‘em

What’s a rock to a mountain so why you throwing ‘em?

Holding ‘em

Grudge nigga, when I was on three hundred I gave a fuck about what you was

Nigga, can’t you see I’m stuck in my ways? I never budge, nigga

Where you at? Be content with self

Jealousy, inevitably ain’t good for your health

Although I feel some type of way I hope you require wealth

And never know what it’s like to have your own blood wish your death

I forgive the situation, miscommunication

Could’ve been solved just as simple as a nigga wait

As a nigga wait

But we can’t stand

In the same mind frame that got us here

Show your cards or you fraud, David Copperfield

Drop a song with no heart, that shit ain’t half a wheel

I told my niggas I might quit

They like Krit, you not for real

Then I repeated what I said but even more sincere

Face hot, look what we stopped, I cannot go from here

Lord, I cannot flow from here

I dropped over two hundred songs, what can I show from here?

And I’ll stop with all the frustration

I respect their opinion but I still think they hating

Waiting on a day that Krit was here and some shit I’m chasing

Down playing my album, that shit far from basic

Murder rappers bury them on more than one occasion

And a hold candle light visual for the beats that I’m making

Write about my life and what’s right till my hands was aching

Only for a nigga look at me like Krit who the fuck you say?