King, Pt. 3

[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?"