"King" lyrics

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 about 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, never mind 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