Big K.R.I.T. quotes

If you ain't 'bout your own people, what you gon' raise your fists for?

He say, she say rumors all day

The rap game is high school and life's a hallway

God on my line after all, but I ain't pick up when he called

Matter of fact, I ain't pick up at all, cause my bills paid now

Said my grace now, my lights is still on, so why would I pray now?

I'm a man now, I came up to hold my fam down

Can't tell them about my depression 'cause most them fans now

I did without until I did within

I said on beat what I wrote in pen

I gave my all without givin' in

But it's a thin line between heavenly divine and a livin' a life of sin

The more you walk with God, the harder it is to scrape your knee

Too much shine can dull the soul

I never seen a star on a red rug

If I wanna see stars, I just look above

You never lost 'til you lose your crown

And they don't love you till you're under ground

Just be aware that everybody ain't your friend

They'll be gone with the wind once your jump shot don't go in

What good is a degree when there's no jobs to apply?

And fast food won't do cause you overqualified

Shit been fucked up 'cause they don't talk about Christ

Everybody trying to die young but who gon' talk about life?

The industry is force-feeding us this music and I'm like, "Nah, I'll go listen to this Outkast or something else." I am on a global mission to make good music and bring that feel back.

The grain ain't enough, you gotta mix it with the leather

Your grind ain't enough, you gotta mix it with the hate

When it's all over what would I say?

Bums warm their weary souls over open flames

Junkie can't find God, watch him find his vein

Preacher walk right by like he ain't seen a thang

Be eager to run with crowds, stay in your lane

Pass this knowledge on to your team, but carry the flame

'Cause it's yours and yours alone to brighten your way

Breakin' some bread down, treat it like the Last Supper

Toast to all the time we were po', but still we had one another

Got a house that I barely can stay in, a car I barely can drive

I'd be a liar if I said gettin' money didn't make me feel alive

Tryna say something, tryna do something, tryna be better

Ain't much time left, I gotta make do, I can't live forever

I never really liked all the fake shit

But I'm attracted to the fake ass and fake tits

That's why I made a song like original

To remind me of what fake is

Lifestyles of the rich and famous

That lifestyle left a lot of rich folk brainless

To the temple, yeah we were broke but that life was simple

Money comes and it goes 'til family's all I got left

I'm seeing my growth, but I'm still from myself

In a world full of alt-rights, I was left field

Black man born poor, I was black steel

Black man born free, this how blessed feel

Because my dreams are dreams, don't make them less real

I started producing for myself and it worked out better because it didn't leave me dependent on anybody.

I’m not concerned with if people get my music at the moment, but knowing I tried to make something timeless.

Mainstream is cool but in my heart forever underground

what you don’t want to do is fight that kind of ignorance with ignorance.

Praying for the future but I'm dealing with the past

Nothing ever come to those that just wait

Don't ever lose sight of your goals, just keep straight

Most people stop for signs but I've driven through it

It’s funny how the sun will up and bow to rain

As if the clouds couldn't stand to see me outside again

If it don't touch my soul, then I can't listen to it