Big K.R.I.T. - 3rd Coast lyrics

I ain't never been the type to be a lame
A hater
My flow is like precious wine, I get greater
Later and only time will tell if I
Will prevail over the fiction
Now the came out, everybody wants his digit's
Call him up the streets about
This is he versatile?
Does he have a banjo as his picture?
We can make a million and I
Promise that we'll bomb that
But first give up your 99
Percent and sign this contract for nothin'
A little bit of fame and some hoes
And I'll retire age of 40 platinum with no
I'd rather not
I hit the block and smoke a lot out the trunk
My pockets big and fat in due
Time just like the Trumps
Fiend after fiend would get addicted to this
A&Rs got their first hit now they get back
Get stacks, that's what a wise man told me
I took that to the heart
And fed it times three

I can be your guide or your coach
Deep down in the bottom of that 3rd Coast

I can be your guide or your coach
Deep down in the bottom of that 3rd Coast

I can be your guide or your coach
Deep down in the bottom of that 3rd Coast

I can be your guide or your coach
Deep down in the bottom of that 3rd Coast

Wake up, wash my face, get clean
And check my phone
Pull out the freshest T I got
And throw my Forces on
Crease, fitted cap, sittin' low
My mind frame is country
So country is all I know
Reach my grandma in my morning
She swear I don't get rest
She won't let me leave the house until
I eat me up some breakfast
Wants me to cut my chin hair and fix my pants
I tell her just who I
Am and eventually she'll understand
Grab the door knob, with the on my own
While some return home
But mostly remain gone in that street war
Where surviving is so irrelevant
The only representation I got
Is them dead presidents
I'm on guard, more than ever I pray to God
I worked so hard to get my equal rights
I paid my tithes my music bumpin'
Years ago I was onto something
But what do I do my
Nigga? Truly I'm only country
But that was then, this is now
And was forever is my own go in stride
To find me something better
Then what lies beneath me
Increasing my interviews
While labels calculate my
Net-worth and revenue
I speak for the hood, ghetto thinking
And ghetto livin' i embody the ghetto people
And ghetto children
I am that, you that man, your coach
Your guide down deep in the
Earth to third coast

I can be your guide or your coach
Deep down in the bottom of that 3rd Coast

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