History Remembers Kings

[Hook] x2

Hey, when you see me, you should see me on top

I'mma get money and this shit won't stop

I always stood as a man, head to the sky

747 so fly

And if I die, bury me a legend

A king remembered in time, and that's like forever

Papa told me, remember one thing little nigga

What that is?

[Verse 1]

Real niggas in the hood like "we feel you, KRIT"

Either you dead or paralyzed not to feel my shit

Or you just a hater, I see it in they eyes

More money, more problems, and more lies

Haters like flies, can't tell the difference

Soon as shit going down, they diving right in it

I'm shining light in it, I'm shining light on 'em

I'mma giant where I'm from, I got some height on me

I'm married to my money, throw some rice on me

If you owe me, pay up, respect my wife homie

You coming up short, you know the price homie

Next time put it all on your life homie

I'm still grinding for that big lick

I might shit on niggas when I get rich

Lord forgive me for these harsh gestures

But these haters never wanna see you doing better

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Soon as I'm out, they pull me right back into it

A lot of prayer and patron how I get through it

Look into the eyes of a wounded soldier

I'll stop when I die or this movement over

It's straight up the gut cause they moving over

Sippin' lead (?), got next, and Young Krizzle told ya

I got the have-nots on call

I don't jump ship, I ride 'til the sails fall off

On 'til my whole family boss hog

I gotta couple pits (?) I can't call off

When I'm chopping down the block whip rimmed up

I gotta start dying if I plan to throw this M up

Mississippi 'til the death of me

At this point, I'm the last of a dying breed

The last of the Mohicans

The last king with his own kingdom

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Father, I got my hand on my pistol

Screaming fuck the world as I'm looking through my rearview

Back to the corner, back to the slum

Gorilla warfare, we call it Vietnam

I've lost and I've gained and some have done the same

Pour out a little liquor for my rest in peace niggas

Shit

Real playas know the score now

Can't do good without a lame acting ho now

Niggas wanna show out

Cause you're getting money

That type of shit they on be Dave Chappelle funny

But we don't laugh at these pussy niggas

They sell booties, somebody throw cash on these pussy niggas

Hold up, yea, I don't think that they heard me homie

Suicide door, grain blow (?), call it murder homie

I'm tied to the streets and I ain't budgin'

300 little nigga and I'm still thuggin'

[Hook]