Big K.R.I.T. - King, Pt. 3 lyrics

This is for them soul believers
Eager to be achievers
And all those old folk on their
Porch that used to oversee us
It takes a village to stop
The pillage of serpent seekers
Under protection from weapons I pray
That God can keep us
We run away from things that used to reach us
Rather the Bible than a rifle
What can balling teach us?
Crossover, the pennies and loafers 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 "Ooohs" would sooth
The battered hearts of 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'm just hoping that you listen
I might if we don't talk about your top 5
Let's just pretend all this shit ride
Turn a long road to a short drive
Overflow with ambitions
So why we wasting time?
Your inner glow ain't for dimming
I swear you're wasting shine
My time ain't for spilling
So don't be wasting mine
Don't be wasting mine or I can't

Like I left you at the podium
Niggas screaming out, "Family
" but I ain't knowing them
Mad, cause the false love they give me
I ain't showing them
I paid my dues, no I ain't owing them
What's a rock to a mountain
So why you throwing them?
Holding a, grudge nigga
When I was on 3 hunna gave
A fuck about where 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 acquire wealth
And never know what it's like to have
Your own blood wish your own death
I'll forget the situation, miscommunication
Could've been solved
Just as simple as a nigga waiting
As a nigga waiting but we can't

In the same mind frame that got us here
Show your cards and you're
A fraud: David Copperfield
Drop a song with no heart
That shit ain't hot for real
I told my niggas, "I might
Quit, " they're like, "KRIT
You're not for real"
Then I repeated what I said
Bur even more sincere
Face hot look where we stopped
I cannot go from here
Lord, how can I flow from here?
I dropped over 200 songs
What can I show from here?
And I'll stop with all the frustration
I respect their opinion
But I still think they're hating
Waiting on the day that KRIT Wuz Here
Ain't some shit I'm chasing
Downplaying my album
That shit was far from basic murder rappers
Buried them on more than one occasion
And hold a candlelight vigil for
The beats I'm making
Write about my life and what's right
'til my hands is aching
Only for a nigga to look at me like, "KRIT
Who the fuck you saving?"