Conscious Effort (letter To The King Freestyle) Lyrics - Big K.r.i.t.

Early like the mornin', yawnin', wipe the crust from my third eye 

To peep the true intentions of buzzards 

Flock and chirp like they're lovers, but pull their talons in public 

Scratch you out like the lotto, these niggas hoes for the ducket's, I swear 

Cause money make niggas change like dollar bills 

Seen it once or twice, nigga blocked your life, that shit for real 

Brutus came through thrice and he murked out Caesar after all them years 

Now what makes you think your shit don't stink and you won't get killed 

Cause always someone riding, rolling their eyes 

At the fact I'm a king and I'm so modest about my rivalries from 

Other kingdoms, it's such an oddity that being humble could be a sign of weakness 

When they know that I know that I body them so 

Why waste the cavalry? No need for casualties 

When niggas know that their time is up, like what the fuck they rhymin' for? 

What these labels signing for? It's hard to find it comical 

Cause this ain't Saturday Night Live, no adlib, no high five, just chess moves 

I wreck that shit, never peck that shit, bitch, how dare you? 

I'm my only competition, there's no one else to compare to 

Unless it's Zeus or Thor 

Or a mystical creature that only eat beats and emcees so feed me more 

I wonder if all this hard work really gonna pay up 

While laying up in the villa with broads that's dying for me to slay on 

Not even tripping on blog sites 'cuz they draw light to them haters 

Could let a nigga tell it, them niggas is jealous comment on my flavors 

Favors, shit I don't do them hoes lately 

Big frontyard, big backyard, have 'em send smoke signals to my neighbors 

Got a driveway around my way, you a quarterback throwing papers 

I ain't worried 'bout no jack boy, these white folks pullin' capers 

Where I stay and I bet they think I'm a dopeboy 

Cause I walk that way, and I talk that way to them folk boy 

Sit my rims on the curb, Captain Phillips couldn't sail where I float, boy 

Was a hustler at birth, I could sell Mr. Clean some soap boy 

Been a while since I feel like talking that shit 

Over-confident, common sense, commonly that we get 

Honesty is a commodity, similes ain't my shit 

I could say it's popping for sure, you probably think I'm frying fish 

Maybe I was, ho 

Cause dropping a boombox in your bathtub was the only way you could buzz mo' 

And yeah, that's cutthroat 

But it's slice her neck or cut a check 

It ain't my shit if It ain't wrecked 

It must be y'alls if it was stepped on 

Yo bitch a freak, fucked her to sleep 

And that was the last time I was slept on 

Shit, I woke up and fucked her again so she ain't sleep long, nigga 

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