Game Time - Big K.R.I.T. ft. The Mad Violinist

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?

Uh, sun sizzling 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 ironing, press it down and

It was tucked away like a handkerchief in pocket lining

Can't define it, raise your signage

How we up, but we still declining?

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 vibing, check your time and

We all got a lane of our own, watch we driving

Every pool ain't meant for diving

Every groove ain't meant for sliding

Don't confuse hustling with surviving

Life is far from a game with quick reviving

Only mothers crying over kids dying

While they trying to make a living

In a world of bill collectors, forever billing

While the rest want a better life

Looking at the ceiling as the fan blow

Man, this sheetrock ain't appealing, 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 pass the rock I pray he never take it

But I know the feeling of wanting to win in life

So a wrong becomes a right, then we roll the dice (damn)

(The other side of the game)

(The other side of the game)