Big K.R.I.T. - King Without A Crown lyrics
[Big K.R.I.T. - King Without A Crown lyrics]
4eva is a mighty long time
I do it for the South and them
Folks that held me down
Forever in the game, forever Multi
Forever getting mine, forever on the grind
What's a king without a crown ho?
What's a car without some sound ho?
What's a king without a crown ho?
Sometimes all I need a bass
And a little liquor to ease my mind a bit
Cause even when you polished
Niggas won't let you shine for shit
That pot to piss in turned
Into a house on hill
I'm talkin' two stories no fabrication
That's a true story for real
And ain't no ghost writer
My flow tighter than gorilla fists
Keep it poppin' like hot grease
Fried up with your catfish
Cut throat with that bucket
Seats, bust a quiche, I split her peach
Young Krizzle, fruit ninja, crouching tiger
Hidden freak
Ho what's up, I got more to tell
Dreams is cheap I got more to sell
Crush linen, grain grippin'
Don't touch my buttons
I hate it when a bitch gets overzealous
So chill ho i got a point to prove
That's the reason I rhyme fo'
Third coast, I put it down fo'
What's a king without a crown ho?
4eva is a mighty long time
I do it for the South and them
Folks that held me down
Forever in the game, forever Multi
Forever getting mine, forever on the grind
What's a king without a crown ho?
What's a car without some sound ho?
What's a king without a crown ho?
K-R-I T
One more time for them folk that didn't know
Two more time for them
Folk that didn't listen
Three more time for them
Folk that said growth
Was impossible, for a country boy
Like they could spit, like they could flow
Shawty everybody wanna be a rapper
But everybody out can't do a show
So I'm slammin' doors and work
The wheels on her
Pop my bands and pop a bill on her
Shit changed since Krit Wuz Here
I raise my glass and crack a seal on her
Cause I deserve that, got a old school
Let me swerve that, in my own lane
I make my own beats, I write my own rhymes
I grip my own grind, I grip my own grain
And that's royalty
How else I'm 'sposed to live?
I made do with what God gave
I do exactly what I feel
Yeah I play my part and I gave my
Heart and I represent for my crib
Just like them kings that came before me
I'mma keep it trill let's go!
4eva is a mighty long time
I do it for the South and them
Folks that held me down
Forever in the game, forever Multi
Forever getting mine, forever on the grind
What's a king without a crown ho?
What's a car without some sound ho?
What's a king without a crown ho?
I do it for the South and them
Folks that held me down
Forever in the game, forever Multi
Forever getting mine, forever on the grind
What's a king without a crown ho?
What's a car without some sound ho?
What's a king without a crown ho?
Sometimes all I need a bass
And a little liquor to ease my mind a bit
Cause even when you polished
Niggas won't let you shine for shit
That pot to piss in turned
Into a house on hill
I'm talkin' two stories no fabrication
That's a true story for real
And ain't no ghost writer
My flow tighter than gorilla fists
Keep it poppin' like hot grease
Fried up with your catfish
Cut throat with that bucket
Seats, bust a quiche, I split her peach
Young Krizzle, fruit ninja, crouching tiger
Hidden freak
Ho what's up, I got more to tell
Dreams is cheap I got more to sell
Crush linen, grain grippin'
Don't touch my buttons
I hate it when a bitch gets overzealous
So chill ho i got a point to prove
That's the reason I rhyme fo'
Third coast, I put it down fo'
What's a king without a crown ho?
4eva is a mighty long time
I do it for the South and them
Folks that held me down
Forever in the game, forever Multi
Forever getting mine, forever on the grind
What's a king without a crown ho?
What's a car without some sound ho?
What's a king without a crown ho?
K-R-I T
One more time for them folk that didn't know
Two more time for them
Folk that didn't listen
Three more time for them
Folk that said growth
Was impossible, for a country boy
Like they could spit, like they could flow
Shawty everybody wanna be a rapper
But everybody out can't do a show
So I'm slammin' doors and work
The wheels on her
Pop my bands and pop a bill on her
Shit changed since Krit Wuz Here
I raise my glass and crack a seal on her
Cause I deserve that, got a old school
Let me swerve that, in my own lane
I make my own beats, I write my own rhymes
I grip my own grind, I grip my own grain
And that's royalty
How else I'm 'sposed to live?
I made do with what God gave
I do exactly what I feel
Yeah I play my part and I gave my
Heart and I represent for my crib
Just like them kings that came before me
I'mma keep it trill let's go!
4eva is a mighty long time
I do it for the South and them
Folks that held me down
Forever in the game, forever Multi
Forever getting mine, forever on the grind
What's a king without a crown ho?
What's a car without some sound ho?
What's a king without a crown ho?