About This Track
"King, Pt. 3" is a track by Big K.R.I.T., released 19th June 2013. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Verse 3] 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 K.R.I.T 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?"
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