Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Game Time, artist - Big K.R.I.T.. Date of issue: 12.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Game Time |
| 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 |