Big Krit song by Big K.R.I.T. from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Hip-Hop, Rap, Conscious Hip-Hop music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Big Krit Meaning
| [[Verse 1] Yeah, my creator gave me the gift to create In this mind of mine and plot our escape In an atmosphere that wouldn’t hold our weight If I leave from here, I’ll call when I’m safe Knocking on the door, hoping someone answers Yeah, I call that faith This mouth of mine has turned down water for wine I still recall that taste of bittersweet Like when I realize you’ll never be as perfect as the one that invented me And a world full of temptations can make you feel so incomplete Grew up to be better than me, go farther than I can go See farther than I can see When my days draw to a close, breathe longer than I can breathe And I’m fine with that In the event I decide to move forward, what you’ve done They can rewind it back And I’m a proud parent now as I was a proud parent then I saw you grow up to become the kind of king that I knew you’d always been Indeed, there’s a finish line for me, but for you, there’s no end So, perhaps all that work that has been done was a win And although my intentions were for good, it still brung us to a sin But I’ll pay for your mistakes as long as this world continues to spin And as this vessel of mine breaks down, I know you have never bend I’m sure as Multi is your home, hard times will come again I set aside a book of rhymes that’ll pave the way for now and then I know forever is a mighty long time—so where should we begin? , [Verse 2] —On the Southside ’cause I’m a country bumpkin, bumpin’ out the system, fuck if they don’t listen We done came a long way from niggas throwing CDs out the window like I made a frisbee Better than veteran rapper’s favorite rappers Conscious or trappers and I’m Mississippi Dirty Southern mothafucka kicking Like a red bucket with white top chitlins Shittin’ on niggas, my rhyme flow Hands-‘hind-back, eyes blind fold Mind, body, and soul connected to the Most High Even when times got low Uhh, look how they hate me, but copy me Possibly I was the one with components and properties To be the greatest of all time, but you won geography lottery So I keep kicking, flipping tables, chosen and favored Fuck being major when giant is greater Fortune and fame but you fuck for the label Truth is what made me Settle down, settle down, I was angry but I’m better now Niggas talking raising bars, mine amongst the stars Give it time to level out If you worried about the flow, I’ll make a beat Write you a hook that you repeat Even go as far to drop a mixtape that you re-do Never credit me, separately sold Slick as Giuseppes on slippery floors Mop by the buckets that I used to hold While dreaming of plaques and selling out shows Multi-alumni forever the fours] |
