Big K.r.i.t - King Pt 3 текст песни

Yeah, this for them sole believers
Eager to be achievers
And all those old folk on they post used to oversee us
It takes a village to stop a pillage of serpent seekers
Under detection from weapons I pray that God can keep us
We run away from things that used to reach us
Rather a Bible than a rifle, what can balling teach us?
Cross over, the pennies and loafer 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 oohs with soothes
Battle hearts of so 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 just hoping that you listen, I might
If we don't talk about your top five
Let's pretend all this shit right
Turn a long road to a short drive
Overflow with ambition so why we wasting time?
You're in a glow, ain't for dimming, I swear you wasting shine
My time ain't for spilling so don't be wasting mine
Don't be wasting mine

I can't stand
Like I left you at the podium
Niggas screaming out family, but I ain't knowing 'em
Mad 'cause the false love they give me I ain't showing 'em
I paid my dues, now I ain't owing 'em
What's a rock to a mountain so why you throwing 'em?

Holding 'em
Grudge nigga, when I was on three hundred I gave a fuck about what 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 require wealth
And never know what it's like to have your own blood wish your death
I forgive the situation, miscommunication
Could've been solved just as simple as a nigga wait
As a nigga wait

But we can't stand
In the same mind frame that got us here
Show your cards or you fraud, David Copperfield
Drop a song with no heart, that shit ain't half a wheel
I told my niggas I might quit
They like Krit, you not for real
Then I repeated what I said but even more sincere
Face hot, look what we stopped, I cannot go from here
Lord, I cannot flow from here
I dropped over two hundred songs, what can I show from here?
And I'll stop with all the frustration
I respect their opinion but I still think they hating
Waiting on a day that Krit was here and some shit I'm chasing
Down playing my album, that shit far from basic
Murder rappers bury them on more than one occasion
And a hold candle light visual for the beats that I'm making
Write about my life and what's right till my hands was aching
Only for a nigga look at me like Krit who the fuck you say?