King

Ayy... Ayy what up folk, I'm focused man...

I been doing this for a lil' while now

I had some mixtapes out, did my thang...

I ain't really had the opportunity I think

To speak from my heart, man like really just express myself,

So I'm a 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 that when the run-in's 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 a lot, remind me of high school,

But I thank you for your hating, appreciate the rumors

If you think that you're a winner then 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 cause 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 'cause they wanted to,

We sold 'cause 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 'cause 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 gets 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, praying out to kill me,

Why the fuck I gotta live like this momma?

All the setback's 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 bbout 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 me... shit!

Music alone no gimmick, need a nigga to sell me

I'm here! K.R.I.T