Lyrics Big K.R.I.T.

Big K.R.I.T.

King Without A Crown

Forever is a mighty long time

I do it for the South and them folks that held me down

Forever in the game, forever Multi

Forever getting mine, forever on the grind

What's a king without a crown ho?

What's a car without some sound ho?

What's a king without a crown Ho?

Sometimes all I need a bass

And a little liquor to ease my mind a bit

Cause even when you polished, niggas won't let you

shine for shit

That pot to piss turned into a house on hill

I'm talking two stories no fabrication, that's a true

story for real

And ain't no ghost writer, my flows tighter than

gorilla fists

Keep it poppin like hot grease, fried up with your

catfish

Cut throat with that bucket seats, I split a peach

Young Krizzle, fruit ninja, crouching tiger, hidden

freak

Ho what's up, I got more to tell ya

Dreams is cheap I got more to sell ya

Crush linen, grain grippin', don't touch my buttons

I hate it when a bitch gets overzealous

So chill ho

I got a point to prove, that's the reason I rhyme fo'

Third coast, I put it down fo'

What's a king without a crown ho?

K-R-I-T

One more time for them folk that didn't know

Two more time for them folk that didn't listen

Three more time for them folk that said growth

Was impossible, for a country boy

Like they could spit, like they could flow

Shawty everybody wanna be a rapper

But everybody out can't do a show

So I'm slamming doors and work the wheels on her

my bands and pop a bill on her

Shit changed since Krit Wuz Here

I raise my glass and crack a seal on her

Cause I deserve that, got a old school

Let me swerve that, in my own lane

I make my own beats, I write my own rhymes

I grip my own grind, I grip my own grain

And that's royalty

How else I'm 'sposed to live?

I made due with what God gave, I do exactly what I feel

Yeah I play my part and I gave my heart and I represent

for my crib

Just like them kings that came before me, I'mma keep it

trill

Let's go!

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