Big K.R.I.T. - King Pt. 4 lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama] Let's go, K.R.I.T See when it comes to god given talent And whenever form is given Most of us learn our journey at a early age Sometimes the worlds teaching Guides us to the highest path Other times, the teacher negates our gifts And blocks the shine I'm here to tell you When you're destined for greatness No roadblock can stop that journey Don't follow the leaders, be the leaders [Verse] I was prepared for the worst Dug in deep, cause I emerged from the dirt My n***a said "You ain't the only one" But in truth, you got to be the first Cause you can see the good and the bad And you'll turn down the bad That's a gift and a curse I envy your will to be a better man In a world where a better man don't even stand a chance on this earth Bible talk, they told me that I can keep that This time I'll leave the sheep where the sheep at And I pray that when the wolves fall through Their stomach still full, so they won't eat that Which is mine? I really think I'm wasting time Worried 'bout my people and all they sayin' f** me cause I was too determined to ball But if you knew that you could fly, n***a why did you fall? I'm feeling like LeBron more than ever They givin' n***a the praise, but I'm knowing that I'm better So, f** a ring if it don't make me a great Why you doing too much? I'ma do what it takes I got a chip on my shoulder the size of a boulder That a giant wouldn't even bother to hold up Like, Krizzle why you carrying this? Cause it ain't enough soil I can bury it with And it ain't enough weight, that's the scariest sh** That means I was built for more, trial and error Almost burst into tears when I saw my brother's kids Like I coulda have this, I gotta keep it together But I've been chasing, way too much chasing They'll never give me what I deserve, just face it f** faking, f** pretending like you know my story Or what it's like to be mistaken as a basic Country bumpkin, watermelon Chicken-eatin', collard greens Neckbone chillin' motherf**er We're the bu*t of all jokes grew up here And we'll show you have no clue of what it's like to be southern Knowing you a king and in spite all you dream Had to be a nightmare for you to wake up And those two hour meetings with the label betting money on Another excuse that they'll scrape up For me to do it out of pleasure, another pay cut And they wonder why a n***a never say much I never was the begging type I couldn't picture this sh**, I never cared for likes I never cared for what your opinion would be And even if I did, n***a shame on me I live my life, a hundred f**ing miles and running Only for a n***a to sit and try to tell me something about the music Culture, consumer, vultures The music that I make ain't for radio, bogus The people just wanna hit the club and have fun And I don't make that kind of sh** and that's really the culprit Art is art no matter how you sculpt it Mold it, grow it, only to go unnoticed Cause nowadays we just focus on them thots And n***as selling kool aid on a soapbox I'm imprisoned to my mission, screaming listen Lord I wish I could stop I wish I could tell them 'bout the book But they caught up in the movie, lights and the props The pyro, and the award shows and the fancy clothes And well-offs, extorting the have nots Man, f** this sh** [Skit: Big KRIT & Unknown Old Head] Aw, sh**. Look it here. Here he go. I know you gonna say something about that, 86. 86 ain't even worth nuth– ‘Ey. 'Ey Yo Young blood Wa**up? Let me holla' at you. Pay attention I'm listening Listen. Pay attention Say whatever you're gonna say shorty You don't even know what you're operating Uh-huh That machine Yep That's a 1986 I know Mike Tyson? Won the first title fight I know that 1986 Yep Oprah Winfrey show When? Started in 1986 I knew The Cosby Show? What about it? We ain't even gon' talk about that. Quaaludes Speaking of Oprah Winfrey Uh-huh Whoopi Goldberg won the Best Actress For what? Color Purple Best Golden Globe When? 1986 Okay 1986! What was it? That's still together You goddamn right. Let's go