Big K.R.I.T. - Other Side Of The Game lyrics
(...A lil' bit more ...a jazzy-a** song, man I can't even lie...) [Intro] Sometimes (sometimes) 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? [Verse 1] 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 n***a 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] I got a partner that got a shot and he down to make it But if them FEDs pa**ed 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