Big KRIT - K.R.I.T. IZ HERE Lyrics
K.R.I.T. HERE
Here I go, put 'em up, put 'em up
There I go, put 'em up, put 'em up
That was then, this is now, this for sure, let 'em know
Here I go, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
There I go, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
That was them, this is me, this is king, you ain't know
Here I go, K.R.I.T. here, sound like this my my year
Type of car we don't steer, back seat driver for real
Drop me off at the top, got that key with no lock
Play for the team that I own, ain't no takin' my spot
Franchise, franchise, with it
Take a lifetime to spend it
Hit that bank just to visit
Raise a hand if you with it
Drop the top on the Rolls, had to holy the Ghost
Bottles servin' for family, I'm proposin' a toast
Made it out the hood like "yeah"
Who would've thought we would get it
Out of the project like "damn", don't get lost in my crib
Way too legit just to quit, oh you thought that was it?
I'ma be bigger than big, yeah you know what it is
Here I go, put 'em up, put 'em up
There I go, put 'em up, put 'em up
That was then, this is now, this for sure, let 'em know
Here I go, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
There I go, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
That was them, this is me, this is king, you ain't know
Here I go, goin', goin', goin', gone go
Goin', goin', goin', I'm gone go
Goin', goin', goin', I'm gone go
Goin', goin', goin', I'm gone
K.R.I.T. here, born with it, been 'bout it, no limit (Uhhh)
Breakin' that bread wit my folk, uh
Ain't even eat the whole loaf
This for the win and the gold, ain't even look at the score
I took a shot, no one could block
Sometimes you gotta know it swish
Sometimes you gotta know it hit
Sometimes you gotta big time, like it's '99 for the two thousand Just roll with it
I put my name on the map, I made a moment of that
I took the ball back to my court, I know they wanting it back back
Give me the fit of defeat, if you ain't rootin' for me
Look how I win with the team, some of y'all hated to see it
All of the popping, all of the copping, talk and we shoppin' the spree
Be where I wanted to be, I came from nothing to king, king, king
Here I go, put 'em up, put 'em up
There I go, put 'em up, put 'em up
That was then, this is now, this for sure, let 'em know
Here I go, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
There I go, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
That was them, this is me, this is king, you ain't know
Here I go, goin', goin', goin', gone go
Goin', goin', goin', I'm gone go
Goin', goin', goin', I'm gone go
Goin', goin', goin', I'm gone
Writer: Justin Scott, Marvin Winans, Darhyl Camper Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
High End Country (Interlude)
Now look here man
I really don't feel like discussing the particulars of the particular situation
But what's about to happen right now is about to be a real sensational
Phenomenal, educational display of a verbal ability bestowed upon a magnificent human being
Prepare yourselves
You've waited this long, you might as well continue to wait 'cause I've been waiting
How long you gon' wait?
However long it take
Hm
Keep waiting
How long?
Hell, talking to you is waiting
Well, we both waiting
Shit, when you start?
Just now
I might get mine before you
I was waiting before you
They know you?
Shit, I'm next
Aww man
'Posed to be
Ain't even got my number yet
Keep waiting
Ma, K.R.I.T. Outside!
Writer: Justin Scott
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
I Been Waitin
Music Majors
Um, Reuel stop playin'
And my music's so f- major
Yeah, yeah
I been waitin' on my turn, life is butter, let it churn
'Til you buried or you burn and they put you in an urn (uh)
Sprinkle me, dawg (dawg), put that ink on me, dawg (dawg)
Just to rep for my city (city), just to rep for the cause
I got stake in the seal, I got stake on my plate
No mistakin', I was stakin' out some money to make (let go)
They pump-fakin' when they hatin', they ain't passin' the ball
When I get it, Carl Watson, I ain't passin' at all
Live above the rim, dirty bird to the grill
Let it flip, boogaloo, yeah, they trip, shoot like shit
If I hit her with the dick, she nut so, off a cliff
Let it drip, let it sank, motherf*ck your battleship
I been waitin' just to talk that shit
I been waitin' (I been waitin) just to floss that whip
I been waitin' (I been waitin) just to toss that bitch
To my potnas, to my products, Chris Paul that shit
I been waitin', yeah
Yeah
I been waitin' (yeah)
Run that back
Patience all I ever had 'til I never had it (go)
Blame it on a check that left a nigga asthmatic
Gave a nigga bad habits, dancin' hoes with fat asses (look at that)
Bein' low with loot so they come with mad baggage
First class in the cabin, I'm a killa with a standard
Thriller with the fashion like a Jackson in a jacket
Pull my zipper, if I tip her I'll flip her like a mattress
Rubber undercover for a package, one for trackin', whoa
On the real, I got goals, not the grill
I got soul, not a shoe, let me roll, not appeal
No reveal on the ear 'cause it way too hard to come by (pick it up)
Give to me, myself and I, multi
Waitin' just to talk that shit
I been waitin' (I been waitin) just to floss that whip
I been waitin' (I been waitin) just to toss that bitch
To my partners, to my partners, Chris Paul that shit
I been waitin', yeah
Yeah
I been waitin' (yeah)
Run that back
Uh
Writer: Justin Scott, Reuel Ethan
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Make It Easy
Yeah, uh
Look at what God made, I'm God-like
The image of well-done, I'm too nice
Those "oh-so-wrongs" done turned to "You right"
And those "oh-so" days done turned to great nights
I been peeping and watching, waiting my turn
Since niggas ain't straighten up like a nappy-head mind his perms
Give or take, nowadays rappers like leaves in Fall
They wither away, nowadays I'm like scripture on Sunday
I'm giving them faith, doors is open, no ushers needed
The way I testify my fly, you think I'm preaching
The way I do this shit so big, you'd think I'm Meechi
All my niggas live real good, we call it geechi
Bless me, bless me Lord, no need for sneezing
Achoo, multi first, it's our season
I knew, I catch air without breathing
And bang on a mothaf*cka that doubted my leaping, hol' up
And make it easy on yourself
And make it easy on yourself
Make it
Let's be honest, I'm better
I did it without the vouchers and feathers they tethered to keep you together
The distance I jumped off the porch just couldn't be measured
Your metaphors never make sense in the storm that I weathered
Undoubtedly, probably, I'm like lightning in a bottle
A country boy killing your favorite rapper's bound to shock you
It's funny how fakes will scorch when I swing like a Tyson punch
In that old school, my vocals blaring
Nigga, tell me you hearing the level I'm on
Put some bass in your tone
Southside, outside Multi lumni', rep that shit 'til I'm gone
Sun die, sometimes when you stand out, ain't nowhere to belong
Winner's circle, build a castle, guess I'll make this my home
Planting flags, boast and brag, plus I'm stating my feet
You on radio, we do what told, they came to see me
'Cause I did it without a hit, my nigga, you know how it be
When it's real, no doubt, all this here come word of mouth
Put me in your conversations, whisper 'bout me like I'm Jason
Only rapper tell you go to church, keep it player, motivate the nation
I'm a living working of art, y'all niggas ain't even good at tracing
I'm so throwed in the game, I'm clearing all the bases
I'm so on another level, didn't even know you made it
Looking in the mirror at myself, I'm like "Hi, The Greatness"
Oh, Lord, the way you blessed me, know I must be highly favored
Just this one time, can't make it easy on these haters, Krizzle
And make it easy on yourself
And make it easy on yourself
Make it
And make it easy on yourself
Writer: Darhyl Camper Jr., Justin Scott, Burt Bacharach, Hal David
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Addiction
Told him, dive in, this shit feel like water (dive in)
Dive in, this shit feel like water (dive in)
Dive in, this shit feel like water
Told him, dive in, this shit feel like water
Addiction
Addiction
Addiction
(Turn the lights on)
"High tide, catch a wave if you wanna," she say (for real)
Underwater with no scuba, "You a goner," she say (gone)
I'ma swim through that shit, show a fin in that bitch
I'm a shark in the ocean if she give me the bait
Drip, drip, wet, wet, wet all on the floor (floor)
Busta Rhymes with the high, I told her, "Gimme some more" (let's go)
Waterfall with the splash, bungee jump from a flight (woo)
That shit was oh so right, I had to dive in twice (two times)
Ain't no safety belt (nah)
Ain't no jacket for the livin', ain't no safety here (nah)
She was bustin' out the pipes from all the pressure in it
It'll never be the same if I ever hit it (stretch)
Olympic gold, I'm a better swimmer
Yo, hittin' stroke at different angles
Damn, so much of the wet she had to change clothes
Woah, all of this water, what you drank for?
Damn, so much water I could sink though
Told him, dive in, this shit feel like water (dive in)
Dive in, this shit feel like water (dive in)
Dive in, this shit feel like water
Told him, dive in, this shit feel like water
Addiction
Addiction
Addiction
Yeah, divin' board, all aboard
Say it feel like water, I'ma be her waterboard
Better yet, her Aquaman, let me put my goggles on
I'ma go underwater, let me get my snorkel on
She said, "Sprinkle me, sprinkle me"
She said, "Finger me, finger me"
She said, "Tune, what you think of me?"
I said, "Let me think, let me think"
She asked me why is my drink so pink
I said, "Lean on me, lean on me"
Mix the Codeine like Creatine
I'm her addiction and she a fiend
Liquid Lounge on my neck, drip crash, whiplash
She got that splish-splash, waterslide, Six Flags
Hose, pipe on site, hose, pipe on set
She got that wet-wet, and I'm a threat, threat, threat
Listenin' to Tity, we litty
K.R.I.T., he said he in the bitty
He with a bad-ass Brazilian
I'm with a baddie from Britain
She know some baddies that's 'bout it
They know some baddies that's with it
I'm 'bout to dive off the mountain
I'm 'bout to land in her river, she said
Dive in, this shit feel like water (she said)
Dive in, this shit feel like water (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dive in, this shit feel like water (she said)
Told him, dive in, this shit feel like water (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Addiction (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Addiction
Addiction
(Turn the lights on)
Addiction (wait, wait)
Addiction
Writer: Donovan Bennett, Justin Scott, Dwayne Carter, Diamonte Harper, Richard Preston Butler Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Energy
I need your energy
I need your energy
This world is killing me
Light it up (light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up)
If you feelin' me, I feel
Light it up (light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up)
If you feelin' me, I feel
Light it up (light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up)
If you feelin' me, I feel
Light it up (light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up)
If you feelin' me, I feel
I need your energy (energy)
Hot life (hot life), hot life (hot life)
Hot tie (hot tie), don't drown (don't drown)
Big breath (big breath), taste stale (taste stale), stay cool (stay cool)
When I'm down (when I'm down), dead vibe (dead vibe)
That's right (that's right), on top (on top)
That height (that height), I fly (I fly), skydive (skydive)
High-five (high-five), we won't die (we won't die)
See hope (see hope), see drive (see drive), see why (see why)
In my eyes (in my eyes), win big (win big), win life (win life)
Take off (take off), bye bye (bye bye)
No slip (no slip), black ice (black ice)
Big shooter (big shooter), lit fly (lit fly)
Don't stop (don't stop), must try (must try)
Energy (energy), that's why (that's why)
I'm doing the most
In the middle of the road or runnin' the globe
I'm fightin' for doors to give everything back what they owe
So close (so close), don't fold (don't fold)
Live bright (live bright), live bold (live bold)
Kick back (kick back), get close (get close)
Light it up, light it up for yours
I need your energy
I need your energy
This world is killing me
Light it up (light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up)
If you feelin' me, I feel
Light it up (light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up)
If you feelin' me, I feel
Light it up (light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up)
If you feelin' me, I feel
Light it up (light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up)
If you feelin' me, I feel
I need your energy
This what they want (want), this what they need, this what we on (on)
Took it worldwide and brung it back home, turn it on (energy)
Never been scared (scared)
Always prepared, taking you there (there)
You need to be here, hands in the air, yeah, yeah (energy)
Bossed up (bossed up), flossed up, fly like a saucer, live in the moment (moment)
Get it, get it, own it (own it)
Live it, breathe it, zone it (zone it)
No time to waste (waste)
No time to slow down when we out on the chase (chase)
Don't be pumping your brakes (brakes)
When you come up from nothin', you do what it takes (takes)
Dodging these gunshots man, still gotta stay focused
Ain't no sleep, stay woken, gotta keep your eyes open
When all of my energy gone (gone)
Don't leave me out on my own (own)
Don't leave me all on my own
Light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up
I need your energy
I need your energy
This world is killing me
Light it up (light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up)
If you feelin' me, I feel
Light it up (light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up)
If you feelin' me, I feel
Light it up (light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up)
If you feelin' me, I feel
Light it up (light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up)
If you feelin' me, I feel
I need your energy
You love me (love me) especially, I feel
Different every time, you keep me (keep me) on my feet (on my feet), I feel
Heavenly excited 'bout
Writer: Jill H Scott, Justin Scott, Keith Pelzer, Marcella Araica, Nate Hills, Rico Love
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Obvious
I caught a plane for you
I came to your town, you know I never do that
I said I'd change for you
Girl, I was slowed down, but now I'm better than that
To make it more obvious
What a nigga gotta do, to make it more obvious?
What a nigga gotta do, to make it more obvious?
What a nigga gotta do, to make it more obvious?
What a nigga gotta do, to make it more obvious?
Whippin' round town, you shine like the chrome
So I gloss you up, make me go boss you up
Designer youe lining, although I rather you naked
I press a button and pop the trunk on a hater for perpetrating for real
Diamond your grill, red bottom your heels
An island, a crib, a villa somewhere we never been
Like this where we live
Breaking the bank 'cause it ain't nothing when we balling on the court
We can shot-call 'cause we shot-calling out the gym
You ain't even have to see me shooting in the gym
The way you cheer-lead got me way above the rim
I'ma make it obvious for sure
If it ain't obvious enough, I'ma have to let you know
I caught a plane for you
(If it ain't obvious enough, I'ma have to let you know)
I came to your town, you know I never do that
I said I'd change for you
(I'd change for you, I swear I would)
Girl, I was slowed down, but now I'm better than that
To make it more obvious
What a nigga gotta do, to make it more obvious?
What a nigga gotta do, to make it more obvious?
Get on one knee, maybe propose in front of folk
Buy me a plane, scribble our names within the smoke
Change up my diet, no pork on the side, no grease and no fries
Just veggies organically home-grown to keep us alive
Maybe do yoga, bend over backwards, forward our chapter
Go back to college, get me a master's, no longer a bachelor
On a campus, paint you on a canvas
Big enough you can see it from cameras on Mars landing
I'm just saying, Jumbotrons displaying
My love in the light or maybe a simple card
Moment was truly right to bring you out on the stage
Soon as your song played in the front of the biggest crowd
I give up my player way and hang that jersey up
I leave it in the rafters
You get the wine castle bouquet thrown out, everyday, all day
Matter of fact, I make it obvious where I'm at
I caught a plane for you
(If it ain't obvious enough, I'ma have to let you know)
I came to your town, you know I never do that
I said I'd change for you
(I'd change for you, I swear I would)
Girl, I was slowed down, but now I'm better than that
To make it more obvious
What a nigga gotta do, to make it more obvious?
What a nigga gotta do, to make it more obvious?
What a nigga gotta do, to make it more obvious?
What a nigga gotta do, to make it more obvious?
Writer: Justin Scott, Nathaniel Hills, Marcus Millz, Richard Butler Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Made
F*ck these niggas mad a nigga made it
Most you niggas hate me, I ain't got the patience, hey
I got tired of waiting, hey, I'm so educated
Stacking on the daily
How the f*ck these niggas mad I motherf*cking made it?
Uh, I made a mess of the work (clock in)
I made a safe with the bands (bands)
I made a call, this is your boss
I made 'em pay in advance (pay up)
I made the chain glow (glow)
I made the Range Rove' (skrrt)
I made a way, a way, a way
That never was made before (more time)
I made a bounce (bounce, bounce)
I made another account (that's mine)
I made another chain
The liquor made me forget the amount (how much?)
I made the moves move (move)
That made me move through (through)
That's how I made it, that's how I played it
I might've made you
I made (I made)
Something out of nothing, no discussion
It ain't bustin', I ain't motherf*ckin' make it, nigga (that right)
I made (I made)
Something out of nothing, no discussion
It ain't bustin', I ain't motherf*ckin' make it, nigga
F*ck these niggas mad a nigga made it
Most you niggas hate me, I ain't got the patience, hey
I got tired of waiting, hey, I'm so educated
Stacking on the daily
How the f*ck these niggas mad I motherf*cking made it?
I motherf*cking made it
I motherf*cking made it
Yeah, I motherf*cking made it (I made it)
Hah, motherf*cking made it
I motherf*cking made it
I motherf*cking made it
This what I'm made for (K.R.I.T.)
You should've made more (I made it)
If it ain't made to have a maid, it ain't laid though (that's right)
That's what you made back (what?)
Nigga, who made that? (who?)
I been a made man
Nothing I made wack (true)
They say they knew I made it (I made it)
They say they knew I'd make it (you did)
So why when I make what they ain't make
And they made hater faces? (I see 'em)
I made faces back
Type that made 'em mad
Made 'em switch the tag (why?)
'Cause I made more than that (broke)
I made (I made)
Something out of nothing, no discussion
It ain't bustin', I ain't motherf*ckin' make it, nigga
I made (I made)
Something out of nothing, no discussion
It ain't bustin', I ain't motherf*ckin' make it, nigga
F*ck these niggas mad a nigga made it
Most you niggas hate me, I ain't got the patience, hey
I got tired of waiting, hey, I'm so educated
Stacking on the daily
How the f*ck these niggas mad I motherf*cking made it?
I motherf*cking made it
I motherf*cking made it
Yeah, I motherf*cking made it (I made it)
Hah, motherf*cking made it
I motherf*cking made it
I motherf*cking made it
I motherf*cking made it (I made it)
Portland's got the bounce, great catch and finish
I made it
Writer: Justin Scott, Paimon Jahanbin, Nima Jahanbin, Grant Strumwasser, Darius Roberts, A.C. Marias, Mike Hector
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Everytime
Every time
Every time
I
I dreamed of all the things that I can be
And there's some things you probably won't believe
I've seen the land in all the seven seas
It's plain to see, oh, I
Three pointer in the corner, Ray Allen, I'm on it
Floater off the backboard, LeBron in the moment
Griffey at the plate, I ball with the fam
I'm Vince Carter in Toronto, I'm good for a slam
AI with the practice, I'm born with the gift
Michael Jordan with the tears when he go to a 'chip
Tommy Smith and John Carlos, I'm raising a fist
Gold chain, gold rings, no medal for this
Life's an uphill battle, no pedal for this
Closed curtains when I circle, I'll settle for this
Throw me a parade, throw me a parade
Roses at my feet, champagne I can taste
I am just a winner that my parents made
Flo-Jo with the mojo, you can't clock the pace
Floyd with the belts, too much for the waist
I'm Ali, I fight for freedom 'til I beat the case
Every time
Every time, I
I dreamed of all the things that I can be
And there's some things you probably won't believe
I've seen the land in all the seven seas
It's plain to see, oh, I
Usain with the bolt and I'm racing myself
Formula 1 speed, I'm chasing myself
Swinging for the fences, diving for the inches
I did it for the chip, never for the mentions
Friday Night Lights when I'm on a mission
The finish line my witness when I go the distance
Stride, break a record 'fore I break my neck
Pride means nothing 'til you get respect
Time is a buzzer-beating shot
When the ball's in my court and I look up at the clock
Swish goes the net, Steph Curry-like
Serena with the racket how I'm serving life
Trophies on the way, trophies on the way
Endurance for my soul, cardio the faith
If I compete with me, there's no second place
If I compete with me, there's no loss to take
Every time
Every time, I
I dreamed of all the things that I can be
And there's some things you probably won't believe
I've seen the land in all the seven seas
It's plain to see, oh, I
Dreamed of all the things that I can be
And there's some things you probably won't believe
I've seen the land in all the seven seas, oh
It's plain to see, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Writer: James Wrighter, Edgar Nabeyin Panford, Paimon Jahanbin, Nima Jahanbin, Ervin Garcia, Argaw Belay, Aaron Goldstein
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Believe
Uh, I remember bein' broke
Talkin' 'bout we gon' get this money, gon' get this money
Wiffle ball playin', to the mall slanging
CD's of niggas tryna scrape a hundred
Now it's a hundred when I get a steak
Need a reservation just to get a plate
With a hoodie, Louis bucket, and slides
Motherf*ck a button-up and a tie
Black power and I'm slanging it wild
Foreign dripping with a bitch on the side
Beastmode, Marshawn with it
Had to step past my haters just to get by
I just pushed down
Whippin' on the corner with a bag in the trunk
For all my niggas never having enough
Like what the f*ck is ever having enough?
We gon' keep keep baggin' it up
We gon' keep keep cashin' it up
I need this here for the inner city
I need Wakanda in Mississippi
I need to plot it and plan it
A way we could manage to stay out the penitentiary
I need a chopper for all of my partners
Just in case the government try to get me
This is bigger than the color green
This is Denzel in the last scene
Of a Spike Lee joint, Malcolm X story
Necessary by any means
This is a mil' on the wheel
I am a four, never pour, never sip
I got a dream, something like ML the King
Talkin' 'bout every day of the week
I'm tryin' so hard to believe
I'm tryin' so hard to believe
Kids dyin' but we actin' like it's a breeze
Struggling, shakin' disease
We can't stay down on our knees
That's what we good at though, believing
That's what we good at though, believing
Believing, believing
That what I been saying ain't over they heads (believe)
People don't only give flowers to dead
All the police ain't been tryin' to kill us (believe)
All the medicine is bound to heal us
It was really help they tried to give us (believe)
All this drankin' ain't gon' fail my liver
I'ma live to be a father figure (believe)
Better than my father ever figured
All these rappers really rappin' 'bout it
Really saving people, really giving back (believe)
All the pastors in the churches talking to the Lord
Tell Him where we at (believe)
Had the water rain pure and ain't good for the drinking
Don't fix me a plate if you know I can't it
Seeing people dead on TV and social networks it just f*ck with my thinking
Scared I'll die young with no children to hold (believe)
No one to leave what I owe
Scared I'll grow old, I might lose who I knew (believe)
I might forget who I know
I'm a product of believe, believe (believe)
I'm living what I was told
What happened to Nip, I just can't believe (believe)
It takes a believer to know
Writer: Terry Lewis, Justin Scott, James Harris, Richard Preston Butler Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Prove It
If you believe in me, prove it
When the time come, and the time will come
When I pass the choppa, shoot (shoot)
Yeah, yeah
If you believe in me, prove it
If the time come, and the time will come
When I pass the choppa, shoot
(That time, get ready, maintain, hold on
That time, get ready, maintain, hold on)
Yeah, believe in me, believe in me
Read for me, grieve for me
If I'm gone, and carry on on your own
You're way stronger than you think
Ain't no safety if it ain't safe
Headshot or the bass, cut the head off the snake
In the grass of your yard, they tryna pull your card
Show your hand, keep it clean, they gon' jam, understand
I know, I know you wanna be the bigger person
If all they want to do is hurt you, show 'em how the trigger workin'
If you believe in me, prove it
When the time come, and the time will come
When I pass the choppa, shoot (shoot)
Yeah, yeah
If you believe in me, prove it
If the time come, and the time will come
When I pass the choppa, shoot
(That time, get ready, maintain, hold on
That time, get ready, maintain, hold on)
Yeah, post quarters across the borders of life
Now these ain't orders in case you don't get 'em right
I seen what happen to us when the havin' a lots
Have had enough of the fact that you been did more with the scraps that was given
And they hate to see you passin' 'em
Tax invasion, watch the cages, think we apes or we animals
They can't pick, they turn violence, spray the TEC
Epa gnihtab, dnal ffo evig
That was yours in the sand
It's the realest, let me tell it
Once I'm sure it won't jam
If you believe in me, prove it
When the time come, and the time will come
When I pass the choppa, shoot (shoot)
Yeah, yeah
If you believe in me, prove it (prove it)
If the time come, and the time will come
When I pass the choppa, shoot (when I pass the choppa, shoot, yeah)
(That time, get ready, maintain, hold on
That time, get ready, maintain, hold on)
Big K.R.I.T., my nigga, I feel your shit
Been feelin' your shit since Felton put me on
I put him on Dot, he put me on K.R.I.T
Was here since then, now year's half-gone
I wrote more songs than a man can count
Tryna figure out how to put 'em out
Without waterin' down my brand
I don't want 'em to not want my jams
Don't wanna become something that nobody wanna hear
But I recognize this as a bitch-ass fear
Why the f*ck do I care if I ain't got your ear?
Then I ain't revered, if I ain't revered then why am I here?
What if these songs you refuse to share
All due to the fact that you insecure
Coulda helped somebody out there like you
See the world more clear, let me switch gear
Allow me to use this feature
To shoutout one of the first fans that a nigga ever had named Felicia
I was brand new to the game, wasn't used to no fame
So it was unusual I would land in a city and see you at baggage claim
Come to find out you was workin' for Delta
So you got to fly for the free and that means
That I was seein' you like every show
At first it felt weird but you was just so
Casual 'bout it and not some over-the-top fan
And that was just lettin' me know
"I really f*ck with you Cole"
Today I saw you post some terrible news as I scroll so
This one is for you, want you to pull through
I better see you on the road
If you believe in me, prove it
Writer: Russell Ferrante, Justin Scott, Jermaine Cole, Everett Young
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Family Matters
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Straight forward with the fashion (woo)
On the real, you ain't think I make it happen
It happens
Until they see the numbers on the dash
And the wood grain everywhere like a casket (dead)
All these haters and these hoes to me
You supposed to speak now
'Cause when you marinate the game in the sauce as long as I did
I'm supposed to eat now
Who shows receipts now?
Cards on the table 'fore they asked for it
Only crash dummies need a crash course
Put your ID away, they need your passport
Oh, you ain't know? I show you how it goes
They tryna block my shine like a powdered nose in the bathroom
I'm outta holes, this scatter blow
That's a whole lotta drip
That's a whole lotta tired of the same old shit
I'm back one more 'gain, though
Count it up, count it up, with my kinfolk
Partition my vision in the limo
That's a long way from givin' niggas demos
That's a long way from keepin' up, keepin' up
Nah, I ain't sentimental
Family matters more to me than the Winslow
Dark night, no joke, I'm just hangin' out the window
If I come up, you come up
If I ball out, we ball out
If I'm poppin', you poppin', I got it, you got it
The only thing I'm talkin' 'bout
If I roll up, you roll up
If I show up, you show up
If I spend it, you spend it, I'm winnin', we winnin'
The only thing that matters now is family
Power forward with the slashin' (boom)
When the ball's in your court, all the planet is a basket
Swish goes the net when I splash it
Open lane and they thought I should've passed it (gone)
Zero to sixty, might just miss me
At the spot that you pay to come and see
They paid me to come and sit for free
So you could watch how we ball out every week
Sparklers remind me of the Fourth
Want my independence just to start a biddin' war
Cellphones rang out like some gunshots
Bang out in a Caddy with that iron, I'm just stayin' on course (swagger)
I'm a master, no jacket (master, no jacket)
I got green like a pasture
"You get a plate, you get a plate, you get a plate"
Unlike the ones from the pastor
Givin' gold so they'll never know
They say I can't take it with me so I give more
I guess that's why I'm 300 songs, 10 albums in
And I still got the glow
Bruce Leeroy, Sho'Nuff
Who needs a hero when they got us?
More tied to the sun, died a real
The only movie that you could've seen without a script
If I come up, you come up
If I ball out, we ball out
If I'm poppin', you poppin', I got it, you got it
The only thing I'm talkin' 'bout
If I roll up, you roll up
If I show up, you show up
If I spend it, you spend it, I'm winnin', we winnin'
The only thing that matters now is family
Boom
You win
Writer: Everett Young, Donald DeGrate, Justin Scott
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
"Blue Flame" (Interlude)
DJ Swamp Izzo in the building
It's showtime
All the way from Lovejoy, Georgia
We call her Bootylicious
That's right, Bootylicious
She's a ballerina
But she comin' to twerk tonight at the Blue Flame Lounge
Do remind she can stand on her tippy-toes and twerk at the same time
But she work at WinnDixie during the day
And she dance at the Blue Flame during the night
It's showtime
Turn up, turn up, turn up
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Blue Flame Ballet
Fly
I saw ballet at the strip club
Sat and watched the whole play at the strip club
I'm talkin' shows on Broadway, at the strip club
I saw ballet at the strip club
Yeah
Under light, she shinin'
Through the smoke and mirrors, I could see a diamond
This is art
Hangin' from the rafters like a jersey in Toronto
She was used to gymnastics or run track
She said she used to do both
She volleyballed all through college, now she just ball off the coke
It came in handy, she demand it, 'cause the techniques never vanish
She just stretch it, then she prep it, when she come down, perfect landing
Applause, I gave her a ten on my scorecard
She make that shit look so easy, but that shit hard
Had me lookin' around, like, "Oh my God, did you see that?"
Can't believe that she in here when she could star
On the Olympic team, nutcracker on Christmas Eve
NYC, London, all way to Paris
Royal ballet on they ass
Make a nigga rock some cufflinks and a tux while throwin' cash
I saw ballet at the strip club
Sat and watched the whole play at the strip club
I'm talkin' shows on Broadway, at the strip club
I saw ballet at the strip club
I saw ballet at the strip club
Sat and watched the whole play at the strip club
I'm talkin' shows on Broadway, at the strip club
I saw ballet at the strip club (fly)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like I should've brought a trophy
Or a judges' table just so I could sit down and get noticed
'Bout your backbends and you snatchin' off your heels
And those tattoos of those flowers on your side, it look so real
How it feel?
To win 'em off the dances? So prestigious with your mantle
When you tippy-toe, you far from "Tip Drill"
You got skills
Yeah, I thought that you'd be ratchet, but you classic with your stance when you still
Why you here?
I'm just sayin', you might wanna go on Dancing with the Stars and sign a deal
You would kill
Make a nigga rock some cufflinks and tux while throwin' dollar bills
I saw ballet at the strip club
Sat and watched the whole play at the strip club
I'm talkin' shows on Broadway, at the strip club
I saw ballet at the strip club (fly)
Oh
At the strip club
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(Take it easy)
Writer: Justin Scott, Rolynne Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Learned From Texas
I just wanna pull up (pull up, pull up)
Like UGK used to double cup the fluid (party)
DJ Screw chop suey
Learning shit from Texas
Swanging that bubble out Lexus
Leaning out every exit
Popping that trunk so reckless
I just wanna pull up (pull up, pull up)
Like UGK used to double cup the fluid (party)
DJ Screw chop suey
Learning shit from Texas
Swanging that bubble out Lexus
Leaning out every exit
Popping that trunk so reckless
I just wanna come down one day, 'round one day
Candy painted was around one day
Clown one day, show the grill, show the grill
I just wanna bend the corner late night to the early morning
Got a old school with some new component
Back then they didn't want me
Now that I'm swanging they all on me
Now that I'm pulling up clean
I doubled the figure like double the cup of the lean
Glass eyes with the gleam, screams like puppets on strings
Yadadamean
4 PM at the Kappa on swangers and adapters watching me ball yeah
Salamander on the slab, too mild but how are they watching me crawl yeah
I just wanna pull up (pull up, pull up)
Like UGK used to double cup the fluid (party)
DJ Screw chop suey
Learning shit from Texas
Swanging that bubble out Lexus
Leaning out every exit
Popping that trunk so reckless
I just wanna pull up (pull up, pull up)
Like UGK used to double cup the fluid (party)
DJ Screw chop suey
Learning shit from Texas
Swanging that bubble out Lexus
Leaning out every exit
Popping that trunk so reckless
Popping up twice, trunk shaking like a fifth full of dice
Rich gang like a cooler of ice
Chandelier like who need some light
UFOs like who need a ride
Donkey keep the south of the side
Southside while I'm tipping on foes
Shoe flexing when I'm slamming them doors
Top drop keep my halo exposed
Swanged out we cherry a stop
Ron C might go off with the chop
Built a way all the way to the top
Jamming Screw on a take 'til it pop
Texas gave me a lot, feel like it's home
For in my Crooked with love
Forever is diamonds and wood in the chrome mane
I just wanna pull up (pull up, pull up)
Like UGK used to double cup the fluid (party)
DJ Screw chop suey
Learning shit from Texas
Swanging that bubble out Lexus
Leaning out every exit
Popping that trunk so reckless
I just wanna pull up (pull up, pull up)
Like UGK used to double cup the fluid (party)
DJ Screw chop suey
Learning shit from Texas
Swanging that bubble out Lexus
Leaning out every exit
Popping that trunk so reckless
Learning shit from Texas
Learning shit from Texas
Writer: Altariq Crapps, Daniel Tannenbaum, Justin Scott, Khalil Abdul-Rahman
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Outer Space
Sometimes I ride 'round like I never live here
I never been here, might up and leave here
Might call my people, like, "Peace, I'll see ya"
I build a spaceship only for my leisure
I'll come back next year, I'm tired of collectors
Fake friends that's flexing, bozos that message
Under my comments, all of this nonsense
I think I'm a martian, I'm tryna be honest
Phone me home now, in my zone now
Got a space modulator, leave me 'lone now
All the stars and the planets, and I'm worried 'bout a cop
That might shoot down the drop 'cause I took off in the lot
High beams
I remember thinking what good is a telescope if I could never really go?
And what if we just marbles in a jar and God is playing Jacks
And one day he goes and roll us all out the pack, sheesh, picture that
I'm supposed to go farther, go higher
Do more, then that bullshit that you told me too
I'm supposed to discover life wonders
Without wondering all that bullshit that you put me through
I'ma go outer space one time, just one time
I'ma go outer space one time, just one time
Watch me
I'm supposed to go to my job, and try to even my odds
Then go and sit in my car in all this traffic like
I don't even live all that far, we used to talk about Mars
We barely look at the stars, what happened to flying cars?
I'ma go outer space one time, just one time
I'ma go outer space one time, just one time
Watch me
I remember all I ever wanted was a jetpack
So I could go farther in the hood that I would live at
'Stead of playing cops and robbers, probably should've astronauted
Might've seen another planet but we shooting pocket rockets
I'm just saying what's the plan?
We done spent too many days
Too many years, traffic jam
Way up, way up, way up there
I'ma take you if I can
Don't wait up, I'm way up
Outer space, never land, ay
I'm supposed to go farther, go higher
Do more, then that bullshit that you told me too
I'm supposed to discover life wonders
Without wondering all that bullshit that you put me through
I'ma go outer space one time, just one time
I'ma go outer space one time, just one time
Watch me
Watch me
Outer space one time
Outer space one time
Writer: Justin Scott, Donte Perkins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
High Beams
Oh, na, na, na
High beams, yeah
Tryna get the finer things
High beams, high beams
I'm tryna get the finer things (yeah, yeah)
High beams, high beams
Tryna stay between the seams, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was searching for God with a flashlight
On a dirt road, is this flash bright enough?
Does the flash light a love?
That I don't have when I'm down, when I drown
And these solar panels collect my frowns
'Cause I know the world ain't grounded
And the negative versus positive keep the chaos around me
Shine my light, my light, my light
Don't be scared of the night, the night, 'cause I glow
Yeah, I glow, yeah
Shine my light, my light, my light
Don't be scared of the night, the night, 'cause I glow
'Cause I glow
High beams, high beams
I'm tryna get the finer things (yeah, yeah)
High beams, high beams
Tryna stay between the seams, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Streetlights don't shine on me enough
To keep me out of harm's reach like
Why we out here all week? 'Cause
This is how we all eat
The sun don't shine like I need it to
When I'm fiendin' through my need for cool
It's hot for days and the breeze is through
I'm overheating, my fuse is blew
I shine, I shine, my light, my light, my light
Please shine, please shine, for my sight, my sight, my sight
I shine, I shine, my light, my light
Please shine, please shine, for my sight
High beams, high beams
I'm tryna get the finer things (yeah, yeah)
High beams, high beams
I'm tryna stay between the seams, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The neon lights in the trunk of the whip
Tell you how I feel sometimes, sometimes
The neon lights beneath the bumper and grill
Tell you how I feel sometimes, sometimes
High beams, high beams, high beams
High beams, high beams, high beams
Writer: Justin Scott, Ian Ruhala, Everett Young
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Life In the Sun
I spent my life in the sun
Darkened complexion, I'm learning my lesson
Listen today, don't you boast when you pray
Yeah, never post where you lay
Jackers be robbing and plotting and killing too
Batman and Robin, they villains too
Jokers, they smile and they wave
Colorful hair but they dodging the fade
Never could surf but you riding the wave
Wire your jaw just to talk like Kanye
MAGA the hat just to feel like you paid
Bust down a chain just to feel like you made
I'm one of one like I drew in a cave
Like I ran through the maze
You a dope boy but it's probably a phase
'Til they search where you stay
And your partner get jammed and he tell what you say
Water for quarters, but who needs a blaze?
Summer with borders like how can we play?
Houses on fire, like where can we stay in the summer?
Greatness is on the horizon
And the sun is rising (woah)
Oh, there ain't no more hiding
'Cause the sun is shining, shining
Someone I can confide in
I feel like the best I've been
Ever since you lived beside me
You showed me I was worth finding
Your greatness is on the horizon
And the sun is rising, the sun is rising
I spent my life in the sun, I pray for light when it's done
I gave my heart for the funds, just give it back when you done
Who needs a flame?
Not talking Blue for the change
Back to the future with lanes
We ain't the same
You took me from where I came
Bond fire, more lighter, propane
Igniter, most higher, not tamed
Highest fire, one higher than they flame
No firefighter or water pilot could maintain
Subtle glimmer, grandma simmer from her pain
Hot perms, no naps in that grain
Slick back, off track like that train
On a late night, just help but no pay
The doubts fire, too tired to say grace in the summer
Greatness is on the horizon
And the sun is rising (woah)
Oh, there ain't no more hiding
'Cause the sun is shining, shining
Someone I can confide in
I feel like the best I've been
Ever since you lived beside me
You showed me I was worth finding
Your greatness is on the horizon
And the sun is rising, the sun is rising
Writer: Justin Scott, Mark Byrd, Darhyl Camper
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
M.I.S.S.I.S.S.I.P.P.I.
Maybe I come up with some, some of that shit, though
Yeah
Now hol' up, I just work it out
Double it down, I work it around, I'm makin' it happen
I been snappin' (uh), I been snappin' (uh)
What you doin'? What you doin'? That ain't rappin' (that right)
That's how I cap it (I feel)
Put a cap on it (yeah)
Luxury tax my flow
How I get it? You ain't even know
He ain't made it, you ain't make it, nigga
I been flexin', I been reppin'
I been doin' what I need to do and two steppin'
Mississippi
Daddy worked up on a train
Momma always had brains, she a teacher now
You knowin' how we get down
So stop with all them bullshit moves about where I come from, nigga
I'm just sayin', I ain't trippin' on your roll, but
Let's be real, you ain't ever been around here before, and
You ain't ever seen the stars and the moon glow
Never heard your Granny yell out, "Boy stop slammin' them doors," hey
Mid-Atlantic, Aunty May
Think about 'em all the time
Show the young boy how to be a grown man
From a grown man to a king so I could shine (shine)
Light brights and bright lights and let your little lights shine
Believe that there
When you came up where I come from, you gotta do what you gotta do
To achieve that there
Them dreams and all that (all that)
That bling and all that (all that)
Them screens and all that (all that)
And them old schools, when they fall down, and that wood grain, too
And that diamond in the back
Man, you seen that shit?
Man, I got it just like that, hol' up
I remember, I remember not knowin' where I came from
Until I realize where I come from
Proud parents, black parents, my parents
They standin' on the same steps that they supposed to
In the same place that they supposed to
And I'ma keep raisin' 'em higher and higher
And the biggest house I can find, I'ma buy it and buy
I'ma keep tryin' and tryin' to make 'em proud and all
That 2 Chainz song was right
Most things ain't never ever ever happen overnight
But when you tryin' fly a kite and you gotta make that flight
And you tryna make shit right
You do what you need to do
You get it done, you get it done
You're the only one, that can make it happen
So you had to make it and you had to run that marathon
High hurdles, jumpin', 40 yard dashin'
Watchin' it happen, makin' it happen
We should watch it sometime, them haters
But you get greater later (Shine)
My later was even now
All my dreams are still profound
And I still get down, I get down, I get down
And you hear the sound? Move
Baby, I'm so southern I sometimes scare ignorant people's perception of independence
Mississippi
Bitch, I'm from Mississippi
Maybe I'm so southern I sometimes scare ignorant people's perception of independence
I'm from Mississippi
Bitch, I'm from Mississippi, hol' up
Maybe I'm so southern I sometimes scare ignorant people's perception of independence
I'm from Mississippi, bitch
I'm from Mississippi, get wit' it
Get wit' it
'Cause we get busy
'Cause we get busy
Get wit' it, get wit' it
Bitch, 'cause we get busy
'Cause we get busy
Learn that
Mississippi
Shine
If you needed further proof of a lyrical massacre
It was undeniable
I told you it'd be worth the wait, that's why I waited so long
Um, I have never heard such a display of a magnificence in one record! It was amazing
It was none other than the Biggest of K.R.I.T., mm, from the flatlands of Mississippi
Every minute, worth waiting for
You could feel the spirits of the older blacks (no, which, oh my)
Resonating through the music, it was magnificent
He, it was magical
Probably some of the best things my ears have ever consumed
Instruments never heard before in such a manner
Oh my God, who was the fellow on the trumpet? Or was that a clarinet, or a saxophone?
Who knows (who knows), it sounded glorious
It was a magnificent display of musical talent
The way the bant-dent-dent, I can do it, it was, amazing
Oh my God, oh, oh my, I just realized, now we must wait again
Lord (oh my God), you are a madman
The Biggest of K.R.I.T.s, and now the wait begins
KRIT!
Writer: Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Justin Scott
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.