Big K.R.I.T., The Mad Violinist - Game Time lyrics
[Big K.R.I.T., The Mad Violinist - Game Time lyrics]
Sometimes (sometimes)
What you gonna do when there's bills to pay?
And there's kids to raise?
And the money that you
Make just ain't enough?
Uh, sun sizzling through my window
I peep the tempo you toke up on that indo
When life comes to crescendo
We played it smooth
I got the heart to make it
I'm Liam Neeson for my people
Mine ain't for the takin' talkin' kindness
Some get blinded by boasts for shinin'
The coldest nigga ever still
Couldn't predict the climate
Time's a wrinkle to the heat they ironing
Press it down and it was tucked away like a
Handkerchief in pocket lining
Can't define it, raise your signage
How we up, but we still declining?
Black is gold, but we strive for diamonds
Zion's close, I just pray you find it
And send word to the left behinded
Overwhelmed and undermined it
Instead of guns, i got knowledge you should
Blow your mind with
Don't be late for the vibing
Check your time and
We all got a lane of our own
Watch we driving
Every pool ain't meant for diving
Every groove ain't meant for sliding
Don't confuse hustling with surviving
Life is far from a game with quick reviving
Only mothers crying over kids dying
While they trying to make a living
In a world of bill collectors
Forever billing
While the rest want a better life
Looking at the ceiling as the fan blow
Man, this sheetrock ain't appealing, uh
I want a house upon the hill, mama, uh
It ain't safe where I live, mama, uh
The gunshots give me chills, mama, uh
The candy lady moved from here, mama, uh
I got a partner that got a shot
And he down to make it
But, if them feds pass the rock
I pray he never take it
But, I know the feeling of
Wanting to win in life
So a wrong becomes a right
Then we roll the dice (damn)
(The other side of the game)
(The other side of the game)
What you gonna do when there's bills to pay?
And there's kids to raise?
And the money that you
Make just ain't enough?
Uh, sun sizzling through my window
I peep the tempo you toke up on that indo
When life comes to crescendo
We played it smooth
I got the heart to make it
I'm Liam Neeson for my people
Mine ain't for the takin' talkin' kindness
Some get blinded by boasts for shinin'
The coldest nigga ever still
Couldn't predict the climate
Time's a wrinkle to the heat they ironing
Press it down and it was tucked away like a
Handkerchief in pocket lining
Can't define it, raise your signage
How we up, but we still declining?
Black is gold, but we strive for diamonds
Zion's close, I just pray you find it
And send word to the left behinded
Overwhelmed and undermined it
Instead of guns, i got knowledge you should
Blow your mind with
Don't be late for the vibing
Check your time and
We all got a lane of our own
Watch we driving
Every pool ain't meant for diving
Every groove ain't meant for sliding
Don't confuse hustling with surviving
Life is far from a game with quick reviving
Only mothers crying over kids dying
While they trying to make a living
In a world of bill collectors
Forever billing
While the rest want a better life
Looking at the ceiling as the fan blow
Man, this sheetrock ain't appealing, uh
I want a house upon the hill, mama, uh
It ain't safe where I live, mama, uh
The gunshots give me chills, mama, uh
The candy lady moved from here, mama, uh
I got a partner that got a shot
And he down to make it
But, if them feds pass the rock
I pray he never take it
But, I know the feeling of
Wanting to win in life
So a wrong becomes a right
Then we roll the dice (damn)
(The other side of the game)
(The other side of the game)