Game Time - Big K.R.I.T.

What you gonna do

When there’s bills to pay

And there’s kids to raise

And the money that you make

Just ain’t enough?

Uh, sun sizzlin' through my window

I peep the tempo

You toke up on that indo

When life comes to crescendo

We played it smooth

I got the heart to make it

I’m Liam Neeson for my people

Mine ain’t for the takin'

Talkin' kindness

Some get blinded

By boasts for shinin'

The coldest nigga ever still couldn’t predict the climate

Time’s a wrinkle to the heat they ironin'

Press it dinin'

It was tucked away like a handkerchief and pocket linin'

Can’t define it

Raise your signage

How we up, but we still declinin'?

Black is gold, but we strive for diamonds

Zion’s close

I just pray you find it

And send word to the left behinded

Overwhelmed and undermined it

Instead of guns I got knowledge you should blow your mind with

Don’t be late for the vibin', check your time and

We all got a lane of our own, watch we drivin'

Every pool ain’t meant for divin'

Every groove ain’t meant for slidin'

Don’t confuse hustlin' with survivin'

Life is far from a game with quick revivin'

Only mothers cryin'

Over kids dyin'

While they tryin'

To make a livin'

In a world of bill collectors

Forever billin'

While the rest want a better life

Lookin' at the ceilin' as the fan blow

Man, this sheetrock ain’t appealin', uh

I want a house upon the hill, mama, uh

It ain’t safe where I live, mama, uh

The gunshots give me chills, mama, uh

The candy lady moved from here, mama, uh

I got a partner that got a shot and he down to make it

But if them FEDs passed the rock I pray he never take it

But I know the feelin' of wantin' to win in life

So a wrong becomes a right

Yeah, we roll the dice

It’s crazy that I’m in this situation

Cause my bills don’t get paid by occupations

And it ain’t that we didn’t get education

There just wadn’t no jobs after graduation

And I ain’t sayin' that this job don’t work

But if my boss don’t chill someone might get hurt

Because I tell them right they think I’m wrong

And they want me gone

I can’t live the life that I want to live

I can’t give the bread that I want to give

Pressure’s on me and the weight is growin'

But I’m gon' make it on my own

Try to ride around with my top loose

Work from the sun til I see the moon

Gunshots rang and I could barely sleep

All I hear is the police

What you gonna do when they come for you?

Work ain’t enough just to pay the bills

What you gonna do when they come for you?

Take what’s mine cause they never give

So I pray