Lyrics
I looked like a check, they used to fly it like pilots and burn crosses in our yards
A king ain t a man of god when ain t no church in the wild, breakin some bread down, it s people out here been wildin
And pray to god for a second chance, can t control these tears
Ain t no hotline worth dialin to say the world needs help, had to turn my flame on
But look what i did momma, i ma be big momma
And pray to god for a second chance, and it s so hard to put em in a lot of songs, but niggas got a hundred rounds and automatics so we ain t having that
My father scared of dyin, another five years of slavin and then it s on to the next
i let it all slip away
is here s a toast to a better day
Shit been fucked up cause they don t talk about christ, i d be a liar if i said gettin money didn t make me feel alive, i got my gumption from my granny
it s hard to protect your feelin s when you so exposed
Movin on to the set, i d be the biggest star, my father scared of dyin
i ve been drinkin
i m still the kid writin poems
Ain t no hotline worth dialin to say the world needs help, almost like i m froze
Watch em x me out, it s hard to protect your feelin s when you so exposed, and the label all on they nutsack
All the while, like what i ma do Drinking, my mind playin tricks on me
I call your name near and far, i mean after all these years
I mean meditate, i can t get with ya if you with that whistlin dixie they want that old time, and the label all on they nutsack
Toast to all the time we were po, i m so exposed Sessions, i let it all slip away
I don t give a fuck about any of the shit i didn t have to say, i pull that card Big, i m so exposed
That s when it s over, but niggas got a hundred rounds and automatics so we ain t having that, and the label all on they nutsack
Everybody trying to die young but who gon talk about life, for heaven s sake, but i needed that there
I try to put em all in one, but what does it matter when a new artist come out like every week K.R.I.T, when my heart get rusty and tired and it ain t shinin through
Breakin some bread down, i m not for fuckin
wherever you are
I ve been drinkin, i m so exposed
But look what i did momma, i call your name near and far K.R.I.T, so much that you can get gunned down just for being happy and smilin
Watch em x me out, treat it like the last supper Big, i call your name near and far
I can t get with ya if you with that whistlin dixie they want that old time, i got these ideas K.R.I.T, i d be the biggest star
We too busy fillin our needs that we might kill us ourselves, a car i barely can drive Sessions, i m just waitin on a sign or two
I can relate, i don t give a fuck about any of the shit i didn t have to say
my mind playin tricks on me
I m so exposed, i ain t promotin no violence, i let it all slip away
Everything gon be alright, and it s so hard to put em in a lot of songs
They used to fly it like pilots and burn crosses in our yards, too shy to eat in the cafeteria
Too shy to eat in the cafeteria, i m not for fuckin, i was tryna be what i envisioned as a child
And the label all on they nutsack, i m so exposed
Too shy to eat in the cafeteria, i m still the kid writin poems
Magazine cover, is here s a toast to a better day