Big K.R.I.T. - King lyrics

Ayyayy what up folk
I'm focused mani been doing this
For a lil' while now
I had some mixtapes out
Did my thangi ain't really had
The opportunity I think
To speak from my heart, man
Like really just express myself
So I'mma give it to em as long as I can
I ain't counting bars
So don't expect no hook

Lord I been trying all these years
And I ain't never had a thing to say
Did it by myself not a
Soul here to motivate me, my family was cool
But when times got hard they was
Like fuck this rap shit
Go get yourself a job
I thank god there were no
Run ins with the law
While I was riding with my folk and
There was dope in the car
Momma forgive me I was in it for a minute
I was tired of 'em talking bout
My shoes and my fitted
"G-Rod" got killed and I shed a couple tears
Trying to forget that he's gone
Just remember that in here
Remember that it clear
And where he at it's good, yea my nigga dead
But at least he out the hood
I'd leave if I could, that's
What I plan to do, these niggas talk alot
Remind me of high school, but I
Thank you for your hating
Appreciate the rumors
If you think that you're a winner than
I'm glad to be a loser lord
No money, More problems that's
Just how it is, i lost another homeboy
That's just how it is, He told me
Little cuz don't trip on these niggas"
I said "Fuck that, I' gonna get paper
And shit on these niggas
Rip on these niggas
Don't speak when I pass you, they
Sold 'cuz they wanted to
We sold 'cuz we had to
Bills don't pay themselves my nigga Hell Naw!
I'm about money that's what I'm
Trying to tell ya, moms and pops I
Promise that I won't fail y'all, my shit jam
It's only right that I outsell y'all, I
Dedicate my life to this music, i dropped
Out of college 'cuz my life is this
Music, Next nigga out the 'Sip, really can't
Tell me shit, the beats spoke to me when the
Books couldn't tell me shit
I wake up like another day another headache
My purpose get's no clearer
As I'm staring in this mirror
Wash my face and my ass and hit the slab hard
If I don't say shit all day, nigga
I thank god, for another breath, yes for
Another step
In the right or wrong direction
Still it's for a progress
Moving at pace that can't
Be seen, scraping everything
Yea my pockets is
Fat because my stature lean
I got a mean team and
They will see you dearly
The only way they show respect if
I make 'em feel me, i mean that sincerely
I keep more beef than chili
For anxious haters waiting, plotting, prayng
Out to kill me
Why the fuck I gotta live like
This momma? All the set backs
Make me feel like this momma
Another southern rapper yea I bet it label
Two of my best friends Patron and Cuervo
At my table we sit and talk
Millions with some hope that we can
Speak it to existence hah
It's certain universal laws we abide by
The dealer lives on but a child
Dies in the drive by
Titans collide and blocks go to
War with no earthly idea
What the fuck we fighting for
I paint pictures of this concrete jungle
Where the lions make deals with the hunters
Snitch niggas kool aid heart
Pump bitch niggas, under pressure write a
Whole fuckin' list nigga please
I'm fighting demons like constantine
Constantly trying to take what belongs
To me but I review you
Niggas, follow 'suit nigga
If the convo ain't
About money then I mute niggas
Shit, I'm focused folk
You can quote this folk
I'm about to swarm the game like
Locust folk, they choking folk, guess
It's hard to swallow
If I leave the 'Sip then
Hell yea they'll follow
I talked to the father, he tells me "Be real
Nevermind what they want son
Just say what you feel"
I'm knowing that the deals
Nowadays are some bullshit
Anything less than a mil' is some bullshit
Because I know what I'm worth
Don't need a nigga to tell
Meshit! Music alone no gimmick
Need a nigga to sell me i'm here! KRIT