Artist: Big K.R.I.T. Album: King Remembered In Time Song: King Without a Crown Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Chorus] 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 gettin mine, forever Underground (What's a king without a crown hoe?) ... (What's a car without some sound hoe?) ... (What's a king without a crown hoe?) [Big K.R.I.T.] Sometimes all I need is bass and a little liquor to ease my mind a bit Cause even when you polished, niggaz won't let you shine for shit That pot to piss in turned into a house on hill I'm talkin two stories no fabrication, that's a true story f'REAL And ain't no ghostwriter, my flow tighter than gorilla fists Keep it poppin like hot grease, fried up with yo' catfish Cutthroats with that bucket seats, bust a quiche, I split her peach Young Krizzle, fruit ninja, +Crouching Tiger, Hidden Freak+ Hoe wassup, I got mo' to tell ya (Let's go!) Dreams is cheap I got mo' to sell ya (Let's go!) Crush linen, grain grippin, don't touch my buttons I hate it when a bitch gets overzealous SO CHILL HOE! (Let's go!) 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 hoe? [Chorus] 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 gettin mine, forever Underground (What's a king without a crown hoe?) (What's a king without a crown? What's a king with a crown?) (What's a car without some sound hoe?) (What's a car without some sound? What's a car without a sound?) (What's a king without a crown hoe?) [Big K.R.I.T.] K-R, I-T, one mo' time for them folk that didn't know Two mo' time for them folk that didn't listen Three mo' time for them folk that said growth was impossible, for a country bo' Like they could spit, like they could flow Shawty everybody wanna be a rapper But err'ybody out cain't do a show (Dats right!) So I'm slammin doors and work the wheels on her Pop my bands and pop a bill on her Shit changed since +K.R.I.T. 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 s'posed 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 kaings that came before me, I'ma keep it trill Let's go! (What's a king without a crown hoe?) [Chorus]