Never a flaw
[Skit:]
"Go on get out of here with you goddamn philosophies and your judgments...
Who the hell do you think you are?
You're a loser, you ain't shit... You're a goddamn... "
[Verse 1:]
OK, not a moment to waste, taste the hunger on my breath
I heard somewhere that stress was bad for my health
I ain't dead yet, pathetic maybe, my girl shady
Say "I ain't stable", so she don't wanna have my baby
It's kinda crazy, indeed she feels he'll be
A mothafuckin' threat like me, why not? I ain't that bad
My playa pizzazz was good enough to flip, smack and fuck her ass
But I think I'll pass on the goo goos and gah gahs
Rather fuck hoes that shake they ass like maracas
I think, she think I'm no good, got it from her mama
She always starting some shit, I think that bitch is drama
We never get along until I'm pulling on her thong
While I'm digging in her skin, ask me "why I do her wrong? "
C'mon love let's do it one more time
You bound to get yours so I gots to get mine
Sing her a lullaby in the sheets, so that ass can go to sleep
While I plot and creep on paying rent this week
Might have to slang some dick to this lonely chick
Got a Benz kinda fat, but she got big tits...
[Chorus:]
I ain't shit, I think they wanna see me fail,
Laid out, played out full of shells, man I ain't shit
I'm hollering fuck a job for real,
I think I might rob and steal, man I ain't shit
Shawty homegirl like "leave that dude, " why she trippin'?
I fucked her too, man I ain't shit
I'm out here on my last dime, I think I play Xbox to pass time,
I ain't shit...
[Verse 2:]
All I got is dreams of cream and mad green
Smoke 'til I pass out, live life supreme
Cartier frame Polo no stain
Still keep that heater underneath the wood-grain
Puerto Rican mamis that massage my body
Feed me fruit, suck me off in groups, call me papi
I was playa loungin', champagne drinkin'
Another hour woke up, fuck wishful thing
Eyes full of crust, roll the blunt, shower up
Burn it down, what now call my nigga Buck
Asked him "What's the move? ", tell me what's the play?
I'm down for the caper just tell me where they stay
The ski mask way, never beg a borrow
If it go good today do the same shit tomorrow
For real, fuck what you think that's how it is
"Speak up for them
Your friends, your relatives, your neighbors
It's a good idea to speak up for them
And it's always good to thank God"
[Hook: x2]
I miss you like yesterday
I miss you like yesterday
Yeah, I know it sound cliché
And they tell me just to pray, but
I miss you like yesterday
[Verse 1:]
Early morning, whippin' up breakfast
So unexpected, I'm barely yawnin'
Iron my school clothes, food up on the stove
Biscuits was hella fluffy, "Grandma, I need two of
those"
You wisp away from your brother, Papa do what you say
For a crumb could hit my tongue, tell me to pray
Scrape my plate, wash the dish
Be prepared for the world and be thankful of the time
that I get
To be young on the run
Don't be eager to be grown, have some fun
You'll look back when you turn 21
Like my, time flies
Wishin' you were you here by my side
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
Like an autumn breeze, knockin' all the pecans out the
trees
Bakin' your fruitcakes for Christmas Eve
The smell of sweet potato pie make it hard to leave
Sit and reminisce, out the grab bag, everybody got a
gift
Just be thankful for the the thought, don't be givin'
We laugh and cry
You knew you couldn't save the world, but you had to
I been doin' the same
Just so you know, your lectures ain't goin' in vain
Accepted that you're gone but I deal with the pain
Weather the rain, just know I won't be the same
(Wake up, Wake up
Wake up, Wake up)
[Verse 1:]
Thank God for the day, thank God for the mornin'
Won't take this here for granted no good Lord I gots to
get on it
With every breath I take, or move I make, I gots to
keep wantin'
A better life for me, and all of mine, no time for that
yawnin'
In the bed waitin', procrastinatin', I gots to be
hungry
Too old for games that don't mean a thing, can't play
with my homies
Just know I'm payin' dues if I don't pick up for ya,
whenever you phone me
Cause being broke ain't fun and that pity party I threw
is startin' to get borin'
Good mornin'
[Hook:]
I know today gonna be the best day of my life, my life
(Wake up, wake up)
I know today gonna be the best day of my life
(Wake up, wake up)
Gotta keep my head out the clouds and my feet on the
ground
[Verse 2:]
Gotta be realistic, stop talkin' and listen
Cause at the blink of an eye your life'll pass you by,
good Lord you missed it now
You're wishin' that you went slow, took advantage of
that 2-4
Yeah you gave your all to get your back from off the
wall but you can give more
Stand tall against the grain, be yourself don't do the
same
As the next man cause all paths are different, so don't
jump the train
Hell, we can't complain, for this borrowed time
So don't misuse yours, cause you can't borrow mine
Good mornin'
[Intro:]
Jam!
I got these voices in my ear
Aye!
Yeah, got these voices in my ear
HAAAA!
Yeah, I got these voices in my ear
Yeah (YEAH!)
[Verse 1:]
Wake up to the sound of a million horns
Jesus piece ruby red diamonds in the thorns
Say a prayer for the Jammed and the one's that's gone
I might a missed my nigga wake, but still I mourn
Did it big in the club with my cash out
But dealing with alot so I drunk until I passed out
With a brall I met a broad with her ass out
Her concern was the earn like 'nigga what yo cash bout? '
In the ville up on my tip with her glass out
We live a paparazzi life, what yo flash bout?
Hit the mattress set the ceiling, what yo stash bout?
In case I had doubts
[Hook:]
I got these voices in my ear
They tell me get up, get up, get up
I got these voices in my ear
They tell me wake up, wake up, wake up
I got these voices in my ear
They tell me keep running, keep running, keep running
I got these voices in my ear
They tell me get money, get money, get money, get money
Breathe
[Verse 2:]
What if a dream was all you had
And life ain't Fab you can't throw it in the bag
Niggas ain't real, hoes ain't shit
My Hammy Downs was too dig they buying clothes that don't fit
I'm like, it was more than fame that the credit
Feeling like my whole life I been try'na be the freshest
Respected, in a world full of kings you pathetic
If you can't buy the finer things before you exit
The very moment that'cha got it
Is where my biggest fears that I'll doubted nobody
Forgotten, when I was really at my best
It seems like nothing left
[Hook:]
I got these voices in my ear
They tell me get up, get up, get up
I got these voices in my ear
They tell me wake up, wake up, wake up
I got these voices in my ear
They tell me keep running, keep running, keep running
I got these voices in my ear
They tell me get money, get money, get money, get money
Breathe
[Verse 3:]
Lately I been feeling like fuck it
Heavens in my face but Lord knows I can't touch it
Plus I heard the angel wings was kind of heavy
Scared to put em on my back, so I threw em on a Chevy
Death knocking on my door I can get it
Looking through the peep hole in case I ain't ready
Fuck this rap shit yeah I said it
On the road to the riches ain't no telling where I'm headed
Now I dread it, the world ain't what it seems
And during all the shit to be a king
Praying for tomorrow, some more time to borrow
I'm scared, aware, they whisper in my fear
[Hook:]
I got these voices in my ear
They tell me get up, get up, get up
I got these voices in my ear
They tell me wake up, wake up, wake up
I got these voices in my ear
They tell me keep running, keep running, keep running
I got these voices in my ear
They tell me get money, get money, get money, get money
[Talking:]
At the end of the day these niggas don't giva fuck shawty
Ya feel me?
I been doing this shit man since 05 my nigga I just touch down
Representin' that Mississippi shit man I swear they don't give me a shot cause of that shit
Nah I'm country than a muthafucker but my lyrical content is crazy
I making my own beats what the fuck?
[Verse 1:]
They like Krizzle what'chu gonna be if ballin' all they wanna see
The cart land code that hold the Chevy door that fall like angel wings
(All of that been done before) well I'm a keep it simple
With my voice upon a track up till it come back monumental
Fuck a hater (I was greater) nominated since a youngin'
Not the womb I was groom to be the ruler over something
It was nothing to be better (yeah) always on they level
They was hating they was scared cud that rain ain't forever
They been hearing bout me lately, wondering what I'm doing
They been nappy I been thinking for the spot off they pursuing
Ain't no losing where I'm coming from (ain't no going back)
Ain't no looking down (only looking round) where they at?
Where they going when I get here I can figure out
If you ain't a bank teller nigga what'cha talking bout?
(Tell em Krit)
Telling it for years they been boring us ignoring us
My climb to the top would be glorious
Viktorious
[Talking:]
Now I ain't got no way to mosity in me is coming out nah man at the end of the day I wanna see a nigga get money
But'chu can't tell me Mississippi had a run
Not like Texas, not like Florida, not like Memphis, not like Louisiana, not like Atlanta
Hey Alabama did they thang, c'mon shawty
It all goes down and we got something to say you feel me
[Verse 2:]
They like Krizzle what'chu gonna say when all the cameras in your face
Hop out the set with David Ban and what it means to take his place
(Take a stand) do all that I can and take it off the block
Misinterpret what it say (now they think I'm taking shots)
On the low gave a nigga hope 'maging what it is
I don't need a nigga batch it for me 'maging how it feel
Never had (never ever been) and I never will
Mississippi never had a run (let's just keep it real)
Now like all these other states, Texas had em swangin' down
Rich Boy through some D's on it, Alabama certified
Florida been outta there (Louisiana keep it trill)
Dwayne do his thang (Kush and bud crazy where I live)
Memphis-Ten, Yo Gotti, Three 6, Ball & MJ
Atlanta still the maker artists blowing out'cha everyday
(Tell em Krit)
Tell em that for years they aborted us ignoring us restoring will be glorious
[Hook]
In my time machine, yea I ride, clean
Marinate the scene with my high beams
Candy coated dreams, whenever I, lean
Take me forward far, this ain't just my car
This my time machine (take me way back)
This my time machine (take me way back)
This my time machine (take me way back)
Take me forward far, this ain't just my car
This is my time machine
[Big K.R.I.T - Verse 1]
Take me way back Scarface and a tapedeck
Ridin' with my poppa, rockin' a starter and some gray sweats
Gave me game as we roll down the 8th street
N-ggas out here flexin', don't be stressing what you can't be
And don't be dodgin', don't believe in what you can't see
Unless its borrowed, dont be borrowin' cause ain't shit free
You got your family and your friends when you need relief
There'll come a time when I can't be there when you need me
He lean't my seat back (way, way, back)
When it come to music yea you need that
Forever in the cut where you be at
Forgive and forget, your anger leave that
Don't be wasting time, Cause time is all you have
Don't be chasing hoes, Boy go chase this cash
I can't say no mo', you'll learn it on yo own
I couldn't understand it then
But you know that I'm grown
[Hook]
In my time machine, yea I ride, clean
Marinate the scene with my high beams
Candy coated dreams, whenever I, lean
Take me forward far, this ain't just my car
This my time machine (take me way back)
This my time machine (take me way back)
This my time machine (take me way back)
Take me forward far, this ain't just my car
This is my time machine
[Big K.R.I.T - Verse 2]
Take me way back, fitted with a wave cap
Rushing in the hallway trying to keep these waves flat
Broads come and go rarely would they f-ck with me
My brother was a player I was favorite off many streets
Learning who's paying dudes made myself a name
Laughing at these cape crusader's, save us 'cause these n-ggas lame
Hand cuffin', claim they lovin' on a freaky thang
She a bopper I got partnas that done ran a train
We play the game
Even as a youngster knew I'd be a king
Told them non-believers I would never changed
Mississippi is where Im from and that the shit I claim
It's funny how they flock when they heard you got that knot
Wouldn't bust it open now they dying to set it, high
Down to hit my couch, get off in their mind
Like Im a fall in love, Take 'em back in time
[Chorus]
In my time machine, yea I ride, clean
Marinate the scene with my high beams
Candy coated dreams, whenever I, lean
Take me forward far, this ain't just my car
This my time machine (take me way back)
This my time machine (take me way back)
This my time machine (take me way back)
Take me forward far, this ain't just my car
[Verse 1:]
My nigga holla bang bang as the cops pass
Cause just the other day they tried to rob the stash
Jammed up his cause now he called from the pen
They got him praying for his bail so they won't take his kids
Cause his baby momma act out, she'd done backed out
Sold everything in the house cause she cracked out
He turned to me so much pain in his eyes
Like he ain't know being black and po came with a price
He took a toot as if it eased his mind,
His nose running heavy cause he geeking lines
Clientele pulled up in a beamer truck served the driver and he said to me
"They got us all fucked up"
[Chorus:]
When this storm gone settle
I can't hurt forever
How can I do better now?
They got us all fucked up
Break my back for nothing (for nothing)
Lock me up for struggling
Only god can judge me, now
They got us all fucked up
[Verse 2:]
I need a nasty freak to shake that ass for me
She said what's happenin' what's up yeah this ass ain't free
I got a friend if you want her, wait I could phone her
Everything have price cause christmas around the corner
Since the recession it's been hard if you strippin'
Cause niggas pay to get in but niggas ain't tippin'
Short on rent landlord trippin
Tired of eating noodles that taste like chicken
Don't really like hoin ain't hard to tell
But when all else fail pussy always sell
Song stop spinnin' and the time was up
Snatch the money off the floor and said
"They got us all fucked up"
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I had a partner called pimpin
Had hella women say he raw dog chicks and never ever went to clinic
Now he thinks something wrong and he scared to check
He got a girl that he claimed never cared for sex
So he slept on her, crept on her, sometimes he even
Pushed to dying and he stepped on her
One of his cousins buddy called him in and it got him freaked
Say she had a checkup and she got HIv
Claim is all his fault screamin raised her hands
Cause she got two kids and what about her man
He thought about his girl hopped out his truck
Called her phone and said as low as he could
"I got us all fucked up"
Do you believe they could call you the greatest?
So you pay your bills but you barely made it
Do you believe that it's all on your shoulders
And everything would seem clearer if you stayed sober?
Do you believe that your heart is really in it
When you know most these folks ain't impressed with
your vision?
Do you believe that this pep talk
Will keep you in top form when so many fell off?
Do you believe that the world feels your pain?
It's kill or be killed, can you keep what you claim?
Do you believe that you really can sustain
This lifestyle, sky miles, ballin in the chains?
Do you believe that these niggas really fuck with you?
When you hit rock bottom, look how many stuck with ya
Do you believe that the devils all around?
If he's knockin at your door, have strength to turn him
down
Do you believe? They can barely hear the real shit
In a world of fantasies, can you be a realist?
Do you believe that the governments concealing
Their true intentions, apprehending those who won't be
pillaged?
Do you believe that doing right will make you richer?
And just because you're paid, these white folks still
won't call you nigger [?]
Do you believe that you can sacrifice it all
When the balls in your court and your time has been
called [?]
Do you believe that God will forgive you?
For those times that you didn't let him steer you?
For those times that you up and lost faith
Cause you swore he couldn't hear you and nothing ever
changed
Do you believe that screaming out his name
When you lost your best friend is what really helped
the pain [?]
Do you believe that you never loved fame
And you wouldn't miss a dime if you lost it all today
WAKE UP
WAKE UP
WAKE UP
[Hook: x2]
Yeah' I'm tryna turn this into somethin'
Turn this into somethin'
Yeah' I'm tryna to turn this into somethin'
Turn this into somethin'
And we ain't tripping on the summer cause the stars out
Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads out
[Verse 1:]
Yeah I'm tryna turn this into somethin' on the go
Holler at my partner for some drank that I could pour
Sippin' candy drippin' while I'm tippin' on them vogues
Horizontal sideways trunk might explode
Headed to the spot where the strippers show me love
Cause they got them fire wings and I love to grub
Trying to get my mind off my bitch back at home
Searching for a freaky bopper dying to turn me on
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
Yeah I'm tryna turn this into somethin' for the night
Gotta play it safe drop my bait while she bite
She sucking and she fucking well, that's just my type
It's something about that pussy when it's gushy under
lights
She claims she knows my name and she seen me out in
public
Finally got the nerve to speak to me cause she been
crushin'
Agreeing in whatever that I tell her she'll bust it
I showed her what I'm bout and
Turned her out soon as I touched it
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah I'm tryna turn this into somethin' cause she bout
Pimpin' put her in submission she could never doubt it
Stock legs, corn bread fed, she a stallion
Drink in my tank turn me up to a thousand
Crank it to the max while she shake it from the back
Claiming that she dyin' I'm a hit her with this 'lac
Told her turn around and scrub the ground to the beat
Set that ass on my lap and whisper this to me
[Hook:]
Ahh sookie sookie now (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Ahh sookie sookie now (ay ay ay ay)
Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now
Ahh sookie sookie now
[Verse 1: Big Krit]
In my crooked now
I never left the crock pot bitch I'm cooking now
Old school fed scrill rims got me looking down
Country boy making noise world lookie now
Might just throw some D's on it I got move to make
On time with these dope breads, my money never late
Don't be bothered with thee lames, you should elevate
I got bottle for the poppin' boppin' we should celebrate
Money over everything, what'chu know about it?
Head full of bad bitches, I can't role about it
Playa you should never doubt it
Talking live from the underground
It's forever going down
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Big Krit]
This that diamond in the back flow
Bitch, I got enough I wish you had mo'
Hoe, they used to jump traduce the past goal
Nah, I'm the one you niggas ask foe
I'm talking dirty gutta sides
Pimps with the curls and the golds in they mouth
Old school cars, dows on the slam
Big country gurls, ass like damn (DAMN)
I'm on it now, I been a king
Million man march in my trunk, you hear the dream (get it shawty)
Cornbread pimpin' throwing collagens
Poppin my collar feeling clean
[Hook]
[Verse 3: David Banner]
Twist yo fingers if ya in it throw yo hands up
Twist yo fingers make a end it throw yo hands up
If you from the south and you proud nigga goin say it loud
If you a working class nigga or got subs in yo mouth
From the land of the Ku Klux with no mask
And my folks shit they never had the rebel flags
Still flying bitch you lying, if you say we ain't hanging
From a tree Frederick Carter Greenwood Mississippi
Any... now I'm a talk about hoes
A nigga almost got killed in front his semi-body froze
When Al Johnson, Andre Jones and my folks in these jail cells
They call it suicide, cause it's just another black male
Damn!
[Hook]
(Something) Yeah, Young Krizzle, Third Coast representer
Right now the rap game (gotta hold on me)
But it's cool cause it's my movement, ya dig?
And if you don't believe in (something)
Then you'll fall for anything
And that's the type of shit that (it's bothering me)
Cause the industry gets you fucked up you dig?
So stay cool and (whatever it is)
You wanna do it 'cho life nigga do it make sure you can't leave it alone cause I can't
(I can't leave it alone)
Three hundred representer pimpin
I always knew that it was (something)
In my heart that got me trippin
Today like yesterday it ain't no different
The struggle (gotta hold on me)
And I can't breathe nowadays
I wanna leave nowadays
But Lord I'm knowin that there (something)
In this music and in my soul
The thought I might not blow
Dat shit just keeps on (bothering me)
And I don't know how long I can keep on like this
I need a sign so (whatever it is)
I'm meant to do I need to find it
Cause the game is addictive
And I ain't gettin out it
Cause (I can't leave it alone)
I try it and I try but they keep callin me back
Yea they keep callin me back because there's (something)
In my music that makes em feel me
The sweetest melody sometimes can heal me cause
(Gotta hold on me) like my grandmas hands
When I was younger, warmer than summer
Then I knew it's (something)
That was bigger than the money and the fame
The fact that so many can change
Keeps (bothering me)
Yo but who am I to judge
It's been a while since I did it for the love
Or (whatever it is)
I gotta pay for it
Sometimes happiness the only thing I pray for
(I can't leave it alone)
The will to ask questions like
How can George bush receive blessings?
But I'm knowin that it's (something)
Or something's that I cannot explain
Forget, forgive the change and the pain
(Gotta hold on me)
I gotta gun to keep me safe
Sometimes I drink and smoke to get away
Because it's (something)
That I know ain't right
Pops forgive me but this can't be life
And it's (botherin me)
Because I wanna do better
But this rain seem to pour forever
So (whatever it is)
I feen for it, think of it, speak on it
Wish for it, dream of it, and Lord
(I can't leave it alone)
No I can't leave it alone
And she said there was (something)
That draws her to me and it's meant to be
And you the only one that ever, ever, ever
(Gotta hold on me) yea
But you ain't been the same
There was something that made you change
So tell me it was (something) or
Someone that made you feel good
Or way better than I ever could
Truth is (it's bothering me)
But I'm cool with it
Just know if it's over today that you did it
But (whatever it is)
Don't let it take you to your grave
Protect yourself from aids; I know you want me to
But (I can't leave it alone)
I knew I couldn't turn this house of ours into a home
And I said there's (something)
That I've done to make you leave
Baby girl why you trippin can't you see
That you always (gotta hold on me)
And I don't know what I can say
To make you stay but I know I gotta say
(Something) but now and then I get tired
Of you packin your bags and all this drama is
(Bothering me) and I don't need it on my mind
Lately you been like this all the time
So (whatever it is) you feelin guilty bout
Go and spit it out while you accusin me you must be cheatin
Cause you (can't leave it alone) why you cryin
See you can't deny it; I always had this feelin it was (something)
Dat God gave me as a gift, the power to make words fit
(I look at the sky), and dream of soaring just as high
But as time goes by it always (something)
That'll knock me off my track
Got to get back cause time is short ay
(Do you feel it)
And I don't know how long I can keep on like this
I need a sign so (whatever it is), I gotta pay for it
Sometimes happiness the only thing I pray for
(I can't leave it alone) the will to do better as a man
I can't struggle forever because of (something...)
It's always something (gotta hold on me)
That's gotta hold on me, ha
Real shit for real niggas (something)
Real shit for real people you know
It keeps (bothering me)
That people don't wanna hear no real shit no more
But whatever it is (whatever it is)
I gotta spit to get it to them, get to they mind
I can't stop cause (I can't leave it alone)
I gotta spit this message
Somedayz I'm in the streets, Somedayz I can't sleep, Somedayz I don't eat, My girl trippin on this rap shit like it ain't happenin, Somedayz I want to, but don't cheat.
Somedayz I'm like come through, Somedayz I don't trust you, Somedayz I don't hustle, You had a good day, and now you type boojay, Somedayz I'm like Fuck You.
Somedayz it's alright, Somedayz it was so nice, Somedayz it was long nights, cause somebody called my phone and they didn't say nothin. Somedayz it was all fight.
But Somedayz I was trippin, Somedayz I didn't listen, Somedayz I went missin, when you needed more than you ever ever needed me, hope some day you forgive me.
Somedayz I act cool, Somedayz I'm that dude, Somedayz I don't choose, Between working all night in the studio, with the groupie hoes, Somedayz it's just you.
Somedayz I feel pain, Somedayz I like rain, Somedayz I hate fame, when a deal come around and the checks don't bounce, I'm scared Someday I might change.
Someday you might tease, Somedayz I won't see, Somedayz you throw keys, to the house that I bought, cause I thought it'd make you happy, Someday you might leave.
Somedayz I'm a healer, Somedayz I'm a dealer, Somedayz I'm a killer, White woman lock her doors when I pass by, Damn, Somedayz I'm a nigga.
Somedayz you my homie, Somedayz you seem phony, Somedayz you don't know me, claim you down for the cause and you ride for ya dogs, Somedayz you don't show.
Somedayz I'm broke, Somedayz I have hope, Somedayz I can't cope, When the stress come around, I pour up some brown, Somedayz it's just smoke.
Somedayz I ain't safe, Somedayz I'm gonna pay, Somedayz I just pray, Will I go to heaven or hell, only god knows, Somedayz I can't say.
[Hook:]
Now I'm popped up twice, drink on ice
High beams on, forever top flight
My high flow, cabin pressure low
Watching out for traffic control
I'm clear for landing, landing, landing
I'm clear for landing, landing, landing
I'm clear for landing, landing, landing
Shit, I'm too fly to be touched
Too hard to be crushed
[Verse 1:]
Jammin' when I pull out on the scene
Hoes hop up out they jeans
Jaws drop up on the scene
When that plane be super clean
Like something out of a dream or a movie
Groovy broads dress up at they choosin'
I feel 'em all the same
Down to do whatever before I ask them they name
They just wanna know Krizzle can you sang
I say yes I can
Even with the highs and lows
Pull up in that old ride
Do it like a playa 'posed
Back to what I was talkin bout
Don't miss out on this pimpin' cause ain't no stallin'
I get ya where you wanna
That's if ya callin' out to me from the stands
I'll holla at ya when we land
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
This that skew it on the Bar-B, where's the party
Summertime and feelin' fine and drankin' forties
With my kinfolk playing spades and still debatin'
Bout goin to the club after, shit's overrated
I'm kinda faded, my shawty jaded
'Cause I don't pick up when she call, it's complicated
Holla later, roller skatin', super bassin'
Turn it up to the max like
Goodness gracious, it's back breakin', my neighbors
hate me
Keep it shakin', 808 earthquakin', life changin'
The way it knock on the pavement hear me in Asia
The way it thump in the trunk, you'll think I'm in
danger
Becoming one with the sun like a space invader
Another shot just before it I don't need a chaser
Reggie Miller ain't a liar, we don't like the Pacers
When you in my plane hangar
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
If ya drankin' and you po' somethin'
One time, one time for y'all
If ya smokin' and you roll somethin'
One time, one time for y'all
To all my family let me hold somethin'
One time, one time for y'all
And all them broads that's down to show somethin'
One time, one time for y'all
[Hook: Big Krit]
I can't play the sidelines
With all my folk in the stands
Giving up just ain't apart of the plan
I can't play the sidelines
While they still 'chea
Yea I been down but I'm still here
I can't play the sidelines
Yea I can deal with the pain
Cause you ain't winning 'less they hollerin' ya name
I can't play the sidelines
So put me in coach
I swear to God, that's all I got to live for
On my first rep, tryna max out
Lifting burdens, being worried 'til I pass out
Jumping hurdles, running laps just for scraps in this rat race
Lord knows I'm tired, never step, gotta keep pace
Read my playbook, lay my head down
Caught a sprain, ice buckets by my bed now
Felt a impact like a truck hit me full contact
No pads, Lord come get me, I'm down
I can feel it in my soul
This my last chance to shine but they know I'm getting old
Hard to move on, my legs ain't been the same
Since I took a fall from greatness
Now I knowing when it rains on my homecoming
See my folks?
I'm the GOAT, but I really need to hold something
One more dime, I'll be fine, yea I'm the best in my prime
But what about now
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
On the second set, got to do this for myself
When the balls in my court, can't depend on no one else
This a long shot, but I trained all my life
Broke some bone, cried some tears just so I could get it right
When it's time, hit the gym trying to win
On the off-season doing what I can, but I'm running out of time
Got a partner going through it
Cause his bills still due and he ain't started since the moment that he signed
Physical training and all
Rehabilitation the cause of shookin' jivin', no hard turf
Ain't no complaining at all when they overturnin' your call
This is life and yes it's hard work
We out here fighting like dogs in every man backyard
Trying to get what was lost reimbursed
Just a? on the wall, give it my all 'til they hang up my shirt
[Intro: Big K.R.I.T.]
Yeah, broadcasting to ya live from the third coast
I'm ready
[Chorus: Joi (w/ Big K.R.I.T. ad libs)]
Let me take you higher-a-a-a-ohh (I told ya I can take
ya higher baby)
Let me light your fire-a-a-a-ohh (Let me light your
fire darling)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah)
Won't you shake it baby, shake it baby
Shake it baby, shake it baby, shake it? (Oh no getting
all shy now baby girl)
Can you take it baby, take it baby
Take it baby, take it baby, take it? (Let me know, can
you take it?)
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Now I was creeping across slow, in a candy '84
With the fifth wheel and a chandelier, and the elbows
with Vogues
I was scooping up yellow, head game nothing better
That went down fourteen, ironically her first name
Coretta
Her body is stellar, I told her that when I first saw
In the strip club with her top off and her ass up like
"Good Lord"
She had me pinned up in a corner
Whispering that I could have her if I want her
[Chorus: Joi (w/ Big K.R.I.T. ad libs)]
Let me take you higher-a-a-a-ohh (Let me take you
higher baby)
Let me light your fire-a-a-a-ohh (Let me light your
fire darling)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah)
Won't you shake it baby, shake it baby
Shake it baby, shake it baby, shake it? (I know that's
what you came here to do)
Can you take it baby, take it baby
Take it baby, take it baby, take it? (I just wanna
know, can you take it baby?)
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Now I was late night creeping on 'em in the pillow they
was sleeping on
And her man, she was cheating on him for the chrome
wheels that glide
On the old school with the plush seats that feel extra
soft when you touch these
She'd get real freaky, wanna touch me and suck me as I
drive
I said cool, she was thorough it, matter of fact, she
was thoroughbred
As the light from the street twinkle off my chrome and
the back of her silky head
Kinda crazy, trying not to crash my whip, but I'm kinda
hazy
Kinda soaring, kinda high, told her one more time
[Chorus: Joi (w/ Big K.R.I.T. ad libs)]
Let me take you higher-a-a-a-ohh (Up to the moon and
the stars baby)
Let me light your fire-a-a-a-ohh (Make it shine baby,
let's make it shine)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah)
Won't you shake it baby, shake it baby
Shake it baby, shake it baby, shake it? (I know you
don't think it's over yet)
Can you take it baby, take it baby
Take it baby, take it baby, take it? (You ready? Let's
[Joi (w/ Big K.R.I.T. ad libs):]
Won't you ride (won't you come aboard)
Aboard my spaceship? (I just want you to shake it baby,
everything that you got and more)
Can't you tell we going places? (If you can't tell by
now that we going places...)
(One more time, alumnus, yeah)
[Outro: excerpt from the film "CB4"]
"I definitely don't like what's happening to you"
"Now just because I got a little bit of cash
[Hook:]
When I get a million, gator toll retiling
Lamborghini killing them, money in my ceiling
When I get my bread up, like I got a bread truck
If I got a potna pissing when I lift my head up
See me on top (yeah)
See me on top (yeah)
See me on top (cheah)
See me on top (cheah)
See me on top
[Verse 1:]
All I want is money, all I see is paper
I don't know you shit (shawty) motherfuck a favor
Motherfuck a hater (yeah) praying to my maker
Tomorrow ain't promise I'll might just see him later
I'll might just get my cake up and never have to rap
I'll might just sell a million and never hit the trap
House full of plagues, wall full of racks
I might get me a bad bitch and never come back
Like how he done that, fly out for the struggle
Past in my trunk, future in my duffle
Amurge from the rubble, cracks in the streets
If I had a chance but gift is all I need
[Hook:]
When I get a million, gator toll retiling
Lamborghini killing them, money in my ceiling
When I get my bread up, like I got a bread truck
If I got a potna pissing when I lift my head up
See me on top (see me on top)
See me on top (see me on top)
See me on top (see me on top)
See me on top (see me on top)
See me on top
[Verse 2:]
All I want is peace, what the fuck is pain?
You can work for bullshit, I can do the same
I'm deep in the game, shit'll drive ya crazy
Smile once or twice, now look at how they play me
I bet'chu think they paid me, bet'chu think I blew it all
Mad cause I'm from Mississippi scared cause I do it all
What'chu mean you do it all, yeah I really do it all
Produce and mix my own shit, out rap all of y'all
Ain't no scared to take a fall, nay ain't really signing checks
Take this for the non-believers asking why I ain't signing yet
Asking why I'm ain't dying yet, like what I'm supposed to do
I'm Big KRIT bitch, so who the fuck is you?
[Hook:]
When I get a million, gator toll retiling
Lamborghini killing them, money in my ceiling
When I get my bread up, like I got a bread truck
If I got a potna pissing when I lift my head up
See me on top
See me on top
See me on top
See me on top
[Hook:]
Old school when I ride, forever sky high
Workin' wood wheel, when the sun outside
I'm just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires
Not a care in the world, me and my girl
Candy coated pearl with the bowling ball swirl
I'm just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires
[Verse 1:]
Now this could be one of those days
I chop on my blades, leave my worries behind
Just pretend that I'm paid
Do it big, do it large, on the boulevard
Get a cig of some cess, pushin' candy cars
I did some thangs for that Chevy mayne
Restored the frame, blew the brains, out on everything
I ain't ashamed, scooped my dame cause she down to roll
Since way before, don't touch my screens or my radio (say what?)
She know the score
[Hook:]
Old school when I ride, forever sky high
Workin' wood wheel with the sun outside
I'm just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires
Not a care in the world, me and my girl
Candy coated pearl with the bowling ball swirl
I'm just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires
[Verse 2:]
Now this could be one of those days
Parlay and I ball, turning necks til they break, outside of the mall
Going in going hard like a superstar
Break the bank full tank take me super far
I swang and bang, sittin' heavy mayne
Hoggin' lanes candy paint never leave a stain
Let it rain hydroplane but I'm ridin' slow
Eyes closed, Etta James keep me on my toes (Say what?)
Can't let her go
[Hook:]
Old school when I ride, forever sky high
Workin' wood wheel, when the sun outside
I'm just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires
Not a care in the world, me and my girl
Candy coated pearl with the bowling ball swirl
I'm just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires
[Bridge:]
Wheels on the slab go round and round, round and round, round and round
The wheels on the slab go round and round, round and round, round and round
Screens in the slab fall down and down, down and down, down and down
The screens in the slab fall down and down, down and down, down and down
[Hook:]
Old school when I ride, forever sky high
Workin' wood wheel, when the sun outside
I'm just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires
Not a care in the world, me and my girl
Candy coated pearl with the bowling ball swirl
Rise and shine
Uh you gotta get up get out get somethin...
Early morning, kinda sleepy, still yawning
Log on and, dial toning
Forever phoning, for a blessing
Will you help me get my ass up out the bed and go
God love me cause he said it so
Don't look away cause I beg for more
Than I ever ever had
Praying for the future but I'm dealing with the past
Mama say I'm worried cause I'm too much like my dad
Some things are forever, nothing ever last
Like the rising of the sun or when big mama passed
Time travel fast, search and you shall find
The wake from yo slumber, open up yo blinds
Rise and shine!
"The latest I can be was on time"
You gotta get up get out and get something
Why rest when all the world running
RISE AND SHINE!
"If life is a dream why sleep at all"
Nothing ever come to those that just wait
Don't ever lose sight of your goals just keep straight
The early bird gets the worm, you live and you learn
(I been waiting on my chance) well you gotta wait your turn
To who it may concern, ain't much time left
Gotta fight to the death for my family
M.J. baseline they can't handle me
Slam dunk hang time like a canopy
Tired sitting on the couch
(Watching celebs pout about the troubles of a million dollar house)
So tell 'em I'm out on my grizzly
Put'cha lighters in the air if you feel me
I ain't lying it's the time
To wake up, wipe ya eyes
Rise and shine
Uh, yo, yo
Free yo mind
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Rise and shine!
"The latest I can be was on time"
You gotta get up get out and get something
Why rest when all the world running
RISE AND SHINE!
"If life is a dream why sleep at all"
Nothing ever come to those that just wait
Don't ever lose sight of your goals just keep straight
What a difference a day makes
[Hook:]
It's the return of 4eva ho (ho, ho)
Pimp tight (pimp tight) world wide
It's the return of 4eva ho (ho, ho)
Outer space (Outer Space) Enterprise
It's the return of 4eva ho (ho, ho)
Live (live) from the (live) from the underground
It's the return of 4eva ho (ho, ho)
I'm talking once upon a (once upon a) time in the south
[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T]
It's the young K-R I-T
Mackin' hoes like niggas with perms and gold teeth
Candy paint, Caddie doors, high feel
Gator toe fetish with diamonds against the wheel
Like a pimp, never slack, never fold
Shake 'em up, break 'em, and slam 'em like dominoes
On the floor, by my notes, playa made,
Replenishing these bitches with pimpin' like Gatorade
Tailor made, super tight, Mr. B
Lookin' for a diva to wide receiver a D
Touch down, outta sight, let it go
Comin' out hard
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Big Sant]
Well, it's Big Sant bitch
And I'm a mob type figure
Comin' down on you hoes and you pussy ass niggas
Forever international, sipping sake with my Asian gal
My address is the winner's circle, you can hate me now
Hotter than my leather in the summer with the windows up
The word legend never get said 'less you mention us
My speech is mink, I want it all plus the kitchen sink
The whip white, time right, money green, pussy pink
Yeah, you can do with that; think I'm lyin'
Baby cho's on my poes, hoe I'm polished just to shine
Add the blue blockers and gators and even Stevie could see
So look at me, motherfucker, look at me
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Big Sant]
Man I'm coming out harder than you could ever imagine
Paper stackin', breaking mics, livin' the fastest (yeah)
I keep dimes on deck like a bank teller
Pimpin' so strong ain't shit that I can't tell her
You ain't even on my radar ho
I can't smell ya, can't see ya, don't know ya, partna'
So you ain't special
See we alumni, nigga, next level
See me on top of the food chain, no pressure
[Verse 4: Big K.R.I.T.]
Now hold up, hold on
Get with it bitch
Throw money like hot potatoes
Can't wait to get rid of this
Emphasizing my emphasis
Don't sleep on my lyricism
Glow like the moon and stars
Shine like a billion prisms
See the vision clear as day
Randy Savage with my mouthpiece
Life coach, quite hard, lost hope, outreach
Plenty done it but none can measure
To the pace and the treble of a mother fucking rebel
[Hook]
I'm like what happened to us, maybe I'm rappin too much
I been missin your touch, sometimes I'm out and I lust
What if love ain't enough, and all we have is this
trust
What if I'm fucking that up, so you don't trust in me
much
I'm wasting your time, to say I'm straight, I'd be
lying
It's either you or this music but I can't make up my
mind
I'd throw you a line, I'd give you a sign
Right now I'm through with the trying, I think you're
ready to fly
I settle for less so when I'm tired of stress
I go through with the motions pretending I'm at my best
Fall victim to flesh, I live to be fresh
But this ain't what I expect because my life is a wreck
I run out of breath cause I ain't taking the steps
Money comes and it goes til family's all I got left
I'm seeing my growth, but I'm still from myself
You'll be hollering out next because you're ready to
I can't find the words so you'll just fill in the
blanks
I'm doing the norm and not what it takes
I'll keep foldin my cards and you'll keep raising the
stakes
Til we forget about us and what we have is too late
I know in your heart, you ain't conditioned to race
So I steady the wheel, forever pumpin' the breaks
Resort to the bottle, that's how I deal with the shakes
Pray for these haters, that's how I deal with the hate
Look to the sky, don't be content with the now
You ain't concerned with the why, you just wanna know
I didn't give her the chance, when you just wanna be
down
And save me from myself, but I'm wanting to drown
King is much more than the weight of a crown
As good as it feels, that ain't the way that it sounds
Being single is cool til ain't nobody around
Then I'm chasing you down, cause you was ready to fly
I can't be what you want me to be
You're shooting too high cause you ain't aiming at me
One minute you're calling out for the D
Then the next minute you wanna be free
Then the next minute you hollerin' out peace
Although I know it's a war and they'll be blood in the
street
If you call don't be frustrated at me
Just leave you're heart at the beep, cause mine is
harder to reach
Cause mine is harder to see
And that don't make it harder to cheat
Being friends would make it harder to breathe
So if you're ready to fly, just forget about me
But if you're willing to try then I'm willing to leap
Out of the window of pain and fall in love at your feet
I ain't the man you want me to be
[Hook:]
Refrain from being lame; say it like you mean it
Get up off your feet like it's the first time you seen it
Music is my bitch let nothing come between us
Can't no one do it better hoe
It's the return of 4eva, 4eva eva
It's the return of 4eva, 4eva eva
It's the return of 4eva, 4eva eva
It's the return of 4eva, 4eva eva
[Verse 1:]
They hollin bout time, that's what they told me
You want this money don't be scared hoe show me
Old school, I'm pushing hella fast
I working wheel cracking seals breaking throws-backs
Never change, I can't be Hollywood
I'm way to country plus I'm bumping in my neighborhood
Fifth wheel, coming now hard
Cause all I wanted was some rims on a candy car
Third Coast, now what'cha know about it
I keep it trill never slippin you should never doubt it
Pimp tight, picture perfect frame
Never trickin on these dames, refrain from being lame
[Hook:]
Refrain from being lame; say it like you mean it
Get up off your feet like it's the first time you seen it
Music is my bitch let nothing come between us
Can't no one do it better hoe
It's the return of 4eva, 4eva eva?
It's the return of 4eva, 4eva eva?
It's the return of 4eva, 4eva eva?
It's the return of 4eva, 4eva eva?
[Verse 2:]
They hollin hol' up, but I can't slow it down
Too much to prove if it ain't money I can't come around
More tie, that's what I'm known for
I'm never comfy came from nothing bitch I want mo'
Don't play, you know this go foreal
I kept it country now be country even with a deal
Still fly, can't keep a playa down
Mainstream is cool but in my heart 4eva underground
Thank God, may do with what I have
I grew up po' but what'cha heard I ain't goin back
R 4, I'm letting my nuts hang
Never trickin
[Hook:]
Refrain from being lame; say it like you mean it
Get up off your feet like it's the first time you seen it
Music is my bitch let nothing come between us
Can't no one do it better hoe
It's the return of 4eva, 4eva eva?
It's the return of 4eva, 4eva eva?
It's the return of 4eva, 4eva eva?
Yeah, call this movement day the [?] this goes some matter of hand
There's a movement we got going on, not lot of ya may have heard of it
Called the R4, or return or forever and you know, it's not easy to talk about it
You can dig it, but if you just chain you might catch my drill
It's when the lights get dim and the people get quiet
While [?] waiting on change
People standing in line for hours at a time
Good to see you you hit the stage
You got a feeling that you never really felt before
Deep down it ain't good, that's when the dj hit the replay in the tray
Just to make it turn it up
Now the crowd starts [?] I know it's right behind
If your motor's so weak too many ticket for the dead you might as sure of died
So they so they rush backstage like you gotta go on, you gotta go right now
And you pass your dranks to the broad with the [?] like baby girl hold it time
In the hand you a mike that's all you need, peekin at the curtain now you see
Wave of people screamin eager, to tell them my story that will set them free
Let them be a new generation of rebels, and that there my friend is how you begin
[Chorus: Raheem DeVaughn]
You're welcome to go, where you've never been before
Where them players play on, and all that you want's in
store
If I had to choose, I'd choose you
If I had to choose, I'd choose you
Play on, play on, play on
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Yo, fresh linen, purple label it
Polo high-horse in here, my closet where the stable is
Immaculately making it, taking trips around the world
Just to find my beauty-blinding, over-shining diamond
girl (where she at?)
In and out of state, seen a lot of faces worthy of the
glance
But none is worthy of the chance to be the queen of all
the land as you
What once was a solo mission, I plan for two
Do the shit that you can't plan to do
Foreign cars, moon and stars, player exotic beaches
Five-star restaurants, cuisines you've never eaten
Dive in your deepest crevice, no resting, we barely
sleeping
Make you one and only, for sure as my body breathing
Never let it go, hold till you overload
The highs, no doubt the flyest chick on my totem pole
Cause usually it's player, player play on
But you can ride if you know how to stay on, shawty
[Chorus]
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Now don't go listening to the non-believing naysayers
I coach the team, you get the ring cause you's a team
player
Scoring on these hoes in your red bottoms
On the runway like a model, drinking Rose out the
bottle
I'm proud to upgrade you on another level
If God is Aphrodite, well I argue none better
So pardon my boast and bragging but I'm feeling
Like I Powerball played and won a billion cause I'm
here with you
Then we move and make these other hoes invisible
Always banking, so correct with your residuals
And when our bodies intertwine it's so spiritual
I'm Nat King Cole with the stroke, "Unforgettable"
Lay back, let your hair down
Drop the top, roll a doobie up shawty, be one with the
air now
Cause usually it's player, player play on
But you can fly if you know how to hang on
[Chorus]
[Outro: Raheem DeVaughn]
We on the move
We on the move
Big K.R.I.T. and Radio Raheem DeVaughn yeah
We on the move
[Verse 1:]
Just the other day when I was out at the store
Saw a preacher hella creepin', trying to bang on a ho
That same motherfucker used to bang on my door
Hollering 'bout donations for cause cause collections
is low
Damn shame, but I got change, so I give to the plate
He know I know he buying pussy, he don't lie to my face
Said that I should cut my grass cause I'm surrounded by
snakes
Not sure if that was metaphoric or if he had seen one
today
I know what he said but maybe I beg to differ
The only souls you like to touch were the legs of
strippers
The only reason I know that cause I used to tip 'em
How could I judge when in this world we both some
niggas
And we both some killers, and we both some thieves
Only God can save us all what he spoke to me
What he hoped to be was a better man in due time
But he fell short tryna sip on the wine
[Hook:]
In the neighborhood package store
Get some wine for spirits
Some gossip for your mind if you down to hear it
In the neighborhood package store
Silver and gold for the low
And some papers for your Rolls you can roll
In the neighborhood package store
Mixing the good with the bad
Which flavors of life's labor have you had?
In the neighborhood package store
Don't need directions for the gun shop, it's on the
same block
Of the neighborhood package store
[Verse 2:]
Click clack 'gainst my head went the Glock
From a hoodlum on the block
Whispered to me "What you got?
You'll get shot if you refuse to come up off that
What made you floss that outside the package store?
You know we out here like wolves searching for antelope
Lambs, and sheep, prey on weak
Don't you reach under your seat, I'll bust your head
like cantaloupe"
Then I replied "Out for a night cap
Didn't bring my tool with me cause I assumed that I'd
be right back
Shawty said the neighborhood was cool and it wasn't
like that
But here you are with a loaded gun and I'll be damned
if I'm gon' fight back"
So he went on to loosen up on the aggression
And proceed to lecture me on the troubles of recession
And ain't that many jobs outchea hiring convicted
felons
So instead of buying what he want, he taking what they
selling
Then billing it to the [?], forever on the grind
Addicted to the feeling of wine
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Gripping Golden Grain, flying like Thunderbirds
Easy, Jesus, watch your Crown while I swang and swerve
Molotov bottle, alcohol, not a Tylenol
Could remove the kind of headache that a [?] 'll cause
in the streets
Don Julio my peeps
Cuervo, texting hoes, Captain Morgan with my feet
Standing tall on 'em, 'til I rendezvous with Grey Goose
Cool gray, salty taste, almost threw up on my shoes
Hypnotiq blues, Bloody Mary red
Codeine purple seem to take me to the edge
One more shot all I need just to hit the ledge
Toss and turn, crash and burn, just to crawl up in my
Go into my head, seeing circles lately
Tasting cream daily, I don't mean Bailey
Vodka tried to kill me, but Seagram Gin saved me
Been a customer so why they play me
[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
The epitome of greatness, face it, no one plays it close
Sweetness on the beat that Walter Payton flow
On track to be the best, what you pacing fo'?
Call plays, step back, pump fake and throw
Who dat? Drew Breezin' down the field?
The document is monumental shit, reel to reel
No huddle game plannin', my
Form outstanding, most haters commentators call them Pat Buchanans
Doors still slamming on the Cadillac
Swinging lane to lane, gripping grain like a battle ax
Camera man, capture the future like it's here for me
While these cheerleaders cheer for me
[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
We too hard to be crushed
Too gone to be stuck
Too fly to be touched
Too much to be us
So we, just let em do they thing
Cause we something like the A-team
And I ain't talking about they team
I'm talking Super Bowl great team
Undefeated all season
Champion shit, no Wheaties
Greetings
[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Greatest '72 Dolphins, 2010 Saints
We doing what they ain't
Say it ain't so
Double back, what you came for
Tryna mango matter fact where your bankrolls?
Make them niggas pay like T.O
Mike Irving with the lines, fuck niggas get your grind
Niggas know I get it in, Vince Lombardi
Award recipient, nigga DZA track flippa
That nigga like LT, run through competition smell me
Coming at you 3-D, betta' eat ya Wheaties
Brett Favre, I go hard, it's too easy
[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
[Verse 3: Curren$y]
Yea, John Taylor, just as nice as Jerry Rice
Still dump Gatorade on the coach and rock this ring
For the "un" let's sing, ya done ya thing
I seen it all from the bleachers, schoolin' them
Giving lesson plans to the teachers
All from behind the scenes
Pulling strings, out for one thing
Al Davis's just win babies, Lost Ark Raiders
At the airport early rocking the latest
From one of my two clothing lines, that's product placement
Ice cubes in my pocket too many drive Elway style I got this
Neva go back, neva go back, yeah, yeah
Sometimes I wish I was a kid again,
When I wore my friends and nails, up and down the street
Waiting on the... ring, riding on the school bus, trying on the seats
On the phone all night with the girl I like that she claims she's freak
It's straight I would neva go back, I could neva go back, but it would be cool to see
Rise and shine, get up off my ass and mash for cash
No time to procrastinate
Yeah, I'd rather drink a 40 but they have to wait
I ride a bucket it's kinda of rusty but I blast the base
On the road again for the prods we in
The block used to be sunny but they snowed it in
Now the junkie scrape change for the dollar menu
That's what he said, but the rock is what he really into
Gave him a dollar anyway, cause who knows
Maybe the dope boy baby needs some new clothes
Could we all going through it, no matter how you view it
Slice it, cut it, bring it back or screw it
Hot as ever been but I'm cooling it ah
They see never works on my window, down
Not worry, kids will reset the days, reminiscence good lord
While I used to run in places sometimes
Sometimes I wish I was a kid again,
When I wore my friends and nails, up and down the street
Waiting on the... ring, riding on the school bus, trying on the seats
On the phone all night with the girl I like that she claims she's a freak
It's straight I would neva go back, I could neva go back, but it would be cool to see
Grab my... on the go, cooking in the kitchen something good for my soul
G.I. Joes on all on her living room floor
It seems like yesterday, but she passed so long a go, good heavens
I wanna go to church but ain't no good reverends
She probably... no menage cause I know better
But I push on, searching for some cush on
To pay the bills and the responsibilities that I diss on
Not a pot to piss in a tree to piss on, the devil come around too much
I'm hollar get going
But it's hard to get off when you can't get on
I brought my life on this track nobody listons (listens)
So I cruise, me and just my blues
Looking at the world through my broken rear view
Not worry, cause I pray for better days, reminiscence good lord how I used to run in places sometimes
Sometimes I wish I was a kid again,
When I wore my friends and nails, up and down the street
Waiting on the... ring, riding on the school bus, trying on the seats
And the phone I like with the girl I like that she claims she's free
It's straight I would neva go back, I could neva go back, but it would be cool to see
It's living outside in the garden, in the garden
My brother you shouldn't pay his daughter,.. his daughter
This... game for human spin in change, I would spin
They would... they would live in, they would live in
I wanna go back, I wanna go back
I wanna go baby, I wanna go back
Baby, baby, I wanna go back
Yeah, yeah
Sometimes I wish I was a kid again,
When I wore my friends and nails, up and down the street
Waiting on the... ring, riding on the school bus, trying on the seats
On the phone all night with the girl I like that she claims she's free
[Hook:]
My sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop-chop while the base drop
I let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop-chop while the base drop
[Verse 1:]
Okay I pull up and my partnas ask me Krizzle where yo sub at?
A fuck them tweeters they ain't beating bitch yo sub back
So I push my petal to the metal till my cus high
He on that money fuck that bread just sit your sub out
I fly like chess that candy wet I'm finna fuck with hoes
EQB settings in my Chevy's till my trunk explode
Maybe I'm pumpin' maybe I'm trippin' maybe I'm feeling good
Either way I'm quaking shaking waking up the folk in my neighborhood
Still hit the seen and whip, throw it up in my cup and sip
Ever be where them white folk at cause the laws over there they bout to trip
Lift it up in my dunk and bunk, saw a lame and I hear the trunk
Pop that shit like twice foreal, fans goin feel my wheels of steel
Chopping E4 too, congrat when I role through
Back to the backwood yeah I ride clean like I'm suppose to
Forever pimpin on let the guts put plenty chrome
Knockin pictures down till I get home
I put that on my sub
[Hook:]
My sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop-chop while the base drop
I let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop-chop while the base drop
[Verse 2:]
Yo, now usually I don't disturb the peace
But I'm a wake you if you sleep, when that quake that face that beat
Two mile per hour on creep, smoke make it hard to see
When I was swangin' down I mean bangin' down I be playin' around with thee freaks
I got a snake junk in my trunk, tell my DJ brang it back
Turn it up all the way to the max till that old school Chevy frame crack
A partna hit me up like he need a ride, but I can't help him either
Say he got some bags and that's kinda sad cause I'm only here for my speakers
You my people, but I'm ridin' out, damn I don't know what he talkin' bout
Besides he always hatin' when I'm pacing telling me to turn it down
Out of line that's outta bounds, bow to me when I'm ridin round
So hell I just wanna heal alone, shit I just wanna shake the ground
Lay it down in the parking lot, turn it up outside the club
I see that shawty really diggin me, girl's a shape but she love the sub
We can sex and that get her wet and that be the best and I can dig it doe
She vibrating, gyrating... I did it foe
When I put that on my sub
[Song changes to Regina Belle - Baby Come To Me]
[Hook:]
My sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop-chop while the base drop
I let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop-chop while the base drop
What if all the songs wasn't vain
And the dreams that I had never came and I had lost all the blessings I had gained?
Woke up in a world that was built upon pain
With an attitude like you ain't shit without fame
I'm quite gifted, with good hair and light skinned
A white pigment with a budget that's like spending
Infatuated with heaven although I like sinning
Say I'd never claim to be, but I'm quite Christian
To what extent would I go for ice wristes
Chain necklaces and overzealous bitches
Excuse my tone, yes I know the difference in a
Woman for self and a jazze belle
I ain't lost, I'm just speaking the truth
Some things I'd say even if I wasn't speaking to you
Jay said you gotta learn just to live with regrets
But what happens when regrets is all you got left?
Cause you never got a fair chance
How can you waltz through life when it's a square dance?
And the leaders ain't leading, and the preaches soul's in doubt
Sitting in church like, "who's gonna save my soul now? "
They try to tell me that God ain't real
And a chain of big explosions is why I'm here
And a ape decided he wanted to walk upright
And leave the other apes in the jungle, cause he that tight... you got me fucked up
I knew that shit could take flight
When my social studies teacher told me gypsies was right
Not to be funny, might of seemed she was playing
But when I went to correct her, she believed what she saying
Kinda hard to give your all when you ain't inherite no cream
Parents broke now you feeling like the shit in your jeans
And life ain't shit like you see in your dreams
Percieved as a peasant but in your mind you stand as a king
Hating on the next man cause he was a ruler
And overlooked your whole kingdom cause he found him a jeweler
Queen with an ass, a couple cars with a dash
That functions with secret compartments for his pistol and cash
Trapped in the flash, you think the world at his feet
Cause you serve the very plate of steak & shrimp that he eat
It was hard for you then, but it'll be hard in a month
Know the check you work for, we spent that much on lunch
Yea yea, you spend that much on bills
And hit your momma house when you can't buy your meals
Like, "Lord how we do dirt and live so fly? "
And you in church everyday but you just get by
And all you really ever wanted was a car and a crib
A little extra to buy something nice for your kids
But the life that you live is the only life that you know
Featuring: Devin the Dude
[Chorus:]
So I ride I Lean I crawl
Do it better than them all
Let the road be my guide
As I glide in candy cars
Underneath the moon and the stars
[Big K.R.I.T.]
My digital dash
As I mash on the gas
Don't know where I'm going fast
But I'm going there
Stop at the club
Forever show some hoes in there
Shaking their ass
Looking for players with doe to share
But that ain't me tho
Before I trick on a bust it baby
I'm outta the door
If you are looking for savings shawty
Not your hero
More like a guide
I can take you where you want
Would you look in my eye
Like you're supposed to
Cold enough to froze ya
Talking about that pimping
You already have been exposured
Far from being sober
Let's travel into space
While puffin on this Yoda
Glowing like a light saber
Doing what the grownups do
Be grateful that this game was bestowed upon onto you
Cause back there man betraitors don't try to listen to
Cause they front
But they don't do
What I do
Cause they will never ever be this
[Chorus]
So I ride I Lean I crawl
Do it better than them all
Let the road be my guide
As I glide in candy cars
[Hook:]
Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slammin' these doors
If you ride old, ride slow, ride old, ride slow
Ride old, ride slow, slammin', slammin' these doors
[Verse 1:]
I remember way back in the day
All I wanted was a candy car with hella flakes
Crushin' hoes, slammin' doors while the chassis shake
From the sub, work the juice, bitch I want the bass
Can't be turnin' on a dime cause the rims scrape
Kill switches for them jackers outchea tryna take
That's my prized possession in recession kept me
straight
Clear my mind then recline on the runway, from Monday
to Sunday
Just me and my old school [repeat]
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Ain't nothing changed, still the same country bumpkin
M-I crooked Super Southern don't be trippin' on my rims
I'd rather sit higher than bald eagles on shoulders of
giant people
If I'm gon ride hell I don't know about them
Poppin' my collar rockin' gators fuck some Prada
Be a scholar of this pimpin' to the very very end
Forever official like words out the scripture
Off the Richter, saw the future out my rear-view lens
Just me and my old school [repeat]
[Hook]
[Outro:]
See it ain't just a car, it ain't just a whip
It's a time machine, it's a spaceship, it's precious
You gotta take your time, you can't be rubbin' on them
curves
And hittin' them potholes
You gotta ride clean and ride slow
Me and my old school
[Hook: Samples from 8Ball & MJG's "On Top Of The World"]
Made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed
Made a-made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed
Made a-made a lot of cheese, people- people say I changed
But if you thinking that you never knew me from the gate
Made a-made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed
Made a-made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed
Made a-made a lot of cheese, people- people say I changed
But if you thinking that you never knew me from the gate man
[Verse 1: Big KRIT]
Ay what fuck it then
Cause I rather ride Bubble Benz and push a bucket break, scrubbing paint
Bubbling up again on my hood
Gotta get it while the gettin good
Chemist with the pimpin mix the leather with the cherry wood
If you could you should slam doors on hoes
I 5th wheel my trunk while white-wallin my vogues
I tight walk on these foes just to flex
Ain't no sense in stepping out if I can't never look my best
Damn, don't stress my bankroll, just know I keep my bank swoll
Ain't no place I can't go, never trick on no stank hoe
It was like that back when I was in my mama's stomach
A player slid up out the womb and hit the ground running
Never stumbling always gunning like a popped glock
Keep a hater boxed out
So I could rebound and ball for the top spot
All the same I'm a staple in the game
Ain't never been no lame
That's why I find it strange when I...
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Big KRIT]
Who the fuck are you
Texting me at 1: 46 in the evening
Meant the morning, after midnight
While I'm yawning, you were sleeping
4 door Chevy roll I'm out'cha creeping
Slamming doors in
Heavy things but I want some more with playa pose
Roll up on hoes they say they knew me from high school
Maybe community college, claim you wanna do some thangs
But I can do without it, my mama name "Such and such"
And we gonna be like baby powder
Baby I doubt it
It's hard to swallow, you wanna lay up
I want a dollar
For the machine, I'm kinda thirsty
A little parched, she wanna ride, no you cannot
She say I'm mean I say just a hoes
And dumb niggas, kinda like you, them Bs and doe's
Reject request on Facebook, daily duckin lames
All you know is my patna & 'em then my name,
Plus you heard that I...
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
[Big Sant:]
You probably see me in the street but nigga you don't know me
Big Sant bitch motherfucking OG
From the Sip get a grip wanna visit take a trip
Ain't a nigga dead or alive that can say that I done flipped
I'm from the land of the cheese, home of the slave
Don't confuse me with no lame, cause that's just what I ain't
Alumni forever put that on the nigga next to me,
Started out writing rhymes ended up writing a legacy
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
They hollerin there he go again
What's his name, where his folk?
Call him Kurt, call him KRIT?
Fuck that nigga I ain't sure,
He got beats, heard him flow
Like a couple years ago
He alright, kinda tight
Shawty like him on the low
There he go, too much soul
I wouldn't buy it out the store
Plus I saw him in the club
One who hollered at my hoe
Just because he got some dough
From a deal he think he I'll
I bet that's how that motherfucka feel
[Chorus:]
Time never waits for no man, peep it slow hand
Lions is all we really no lambs
Get money split it over my broham
When you go outside don't let the door slam
Don't let the door slam
Don't let the door slam
Don't let the door slam
When you go outside...
Ok so time never waits for no man, peep it slow hand
Lions is all we really no lambs
Get money split it over my broham
When you go outside don't let the door slam
Don't let the door slam
Don't let the door slam
Don't let the door slam
When you go outside (keep quiet)
[Verse 1:]
Grace is low I say a prayer for all of mine
Searching for a fix and any broken times
I let my ankle feed my hunger pain
Plotting with my brother from another mother about running thangs
Another rhyme table mission
Cause right mayne paying off it ain't no food in the kitchen
So I'm a get thee peed with that L or that smell
That make those smoker go crazy can you feel me like Brell?
Politicking bout a move or two
So we can put em for the city like they youla do
And all them hore that didn't call me boo
Or read they backs when they see that wrong cruising through
Cause they respect it when they clocking major figures
Throwing turkey with the stuffing off a 18 wheelers
Watching for the laws with the judges on call
Shuck and jive and to get by with this pistol in my draws
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Now who that picking in my window?
Music on crescendo, live into the sounds of the indo
Playing King Kong on Nintendo
I can't trust a soul niggas giving up they kinfolk
Grandmammas mamas and baby mothers
Grandfathers fathers and baby brothers
Get scared find themselves undercover
You knew the consequences of pushing the junky's hubors
I tell the story how it lead
Don't bring no dirt in mind
Don't speak on what you see
Always call before you gone
You get jammed you don't know me
Lead that Y at the door
Wash your hand before you eat
Don't play the game if it ain't keeps
Be ready for the vittles better practice what you preach
You ain't the stand-up type that find a seat
Your blood is thicker than water but both them thang leak
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Them tattletales tell the tails of cars and clothes
The playa than pose for cameras and shine the hoes
Glim and glow wonder stroll with lights in the club
With drinks as 30 and shots as dubs
And people get kisses and hugs then niggas with plugs
Minus the slang, not talking bout tubs
Talking bout base you thinking bout submarine maybe
The weather hoes in yo boat
The people that tell me people you know
The people that hurt, the people you owe, time
Na Daddy ain't around to hold them down, nah
For the Benz with broads and rims instead of breaking
Even with odds and ends you doing 5 to 10
On the late night, for swimming in pools with grape whites
You smell that dirty money, don't last 'tween to London
Or Paris, life is more than carrot and fuck costs
On the low that tic toc is worth mo'
[Hook: Big K.R.I.T./Erykah Badu]
I got no time to waste
I got more bills to pay
I got more mouths to feed now, now, now
I got no time to play
I got no need to stay
When ain't no money around, round, round
What's a king without a crown?
(Time's a wasting)
What's a car without some sound?
(Don't you take your time, young man)
[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
Never been on that silly sucka shit
Ride around pimped out, four doors
With the wood grain dashboard and a rim that sits swoll
And the embroidered headrest
Yeah, that be dead fresh
In your ear like headsets
Sleepy eye, forever grind, no dead rest
I can't depend on that next check cause it ain't vouched shit
The type of broke that got me searching through my momma's couch
Here's some loose change, got that dollar menu
McDouble, small fry, lemonade and sweet tea blended
Now here it is Monday, will that get me through till Wednesday?
Will it kill them hunger pains, even tho it ain't fulfilling?
I make do with what God give me, and I take it day by day
I would come around more often, but I can't stay, cause
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
Try not to step on my toes, with yo swole, bankrolls you blowing thro'
On stripper pole pros you barely know, make it rain
If I was paid with no knowledge of two months late on my mortgage
In the hood that ain't safe, I'd do the same thing
But wishful thinking ain't shit without genius
I can't define how I feel, that's why I'm searching for meaning
No need to pinch me in my players' suite, I know when I'm dreaming
My momma tell me 'be careful, ' cause she know when I'm scheming
Lottery winners don't run in my family
Nor do seven dots when dice are swang, so sense in me gambling
We just crap out
Maybe they would listen to me, if I pulled the strap out
Like 'give me everything, or I'm a black out', cause
Ayy... Ayy what up folk, I'm focused man...
I been doing this for a lil' while now
I had some mixtapes out, did my thang...
I ain't really had the opportunity I think
To speak from my heart, man like really just express myself,
So I'm a give it to em as long as I can,
I ain't counting bars, so don't expect no hook...
Lord I been trying all these years,
And I ain't never had a thing to say
Did it by myself not a soul here to motivate me, my family was cool
But when times got hard they was like fuck this rap shit
Go get yourself a job, I thank god that when the run-in's with the law
While I was riding with my folk and there was dope in the car
Momma forgive me I was in it for a minute,
I was tired of 'em talking bout my shoes and my fitted,
"G-Rod" got killed and I shed a couple tears
Trying to forget that he's gone,
Just remember that in here, remember that it clear
And where he at it's good, yea my nigga dead,
But at least he out the hood
I'd leave if I could, that's what I plan to do,
These niggas talk a lot, remind me of high school,
But I thank you for your hating, appreciate the rumors
If you think that you're a winner then I'm glad to be a loser lord
No money, more problems that's just how it is,
I lost another homeboy, that's just how it is,
He told me "Little cause don't trip on these niggas",
I said "Fuck that, I' gonna get paper and shit on these niggas,
Rip on these niggas"
Don't speak when I pass you, they sold 'cause they wanted to,
We sold 'cause we had to
Bills don't pay themselves my nigga, hell naw!
I'm about money that's what I'm trying to tell ya,
Moms and pops I promise that I won't fail y'all, my shit jam
It's only right that I outsell y'all,
I dedicate my life to this music,
I dropped out of college 'cause my life is this music,
Next nigga out the 'Sip, really can't tell me shit,
The beats spoke to me when the books couldn't tell me shit
I wake up like another day another headache,
My purpose gets no clearer as I'm staring in this mirror,
Wash my face and my ass and hit the slab hard
If I don't say shit all day, nigga I thank god,
For another breath, yes for another step,
In the right or wrong direction still it's for a progress
Moving at pace that can't be seen, scraping everything,
Yea my pockets is fat because my stature lean,
I got a mean team and they will see you dearly
The only way they show respect if I make 'em feel me,
I mean that sincerely
I keep more beef than chili for anxious haters
Waiting, plotting, praying out to kill me,
Why the fuck I gotta live like this momma?
All the setback's make me feel like this momma,
Another southern rapper yea I bet it label
Two of my best friends Patron and Cuervo at my table we sit and talk
Millions with some hope that we can speak it to existence hah
It's certain universal laws we abide by,
The dealer lives on but a child dies in the drive by,
Titans collide and blocks go to war with no earthly idea
What the fuck we fighting for,
I paint pictures of this concrete jungle
Where the lions make deals with the hunters,
Snitch niggas kool aid heart pump bitch niggas,
Under pressure write a whole fuckin' list nigga please
I'm fighting demons like Constantine,
Constantly trying to take what belongs to me
But I review you niggas, follow 'suit nigga,
If the convo ain't bbout money then I mute niggas shit,
I'm focused folk, you can quote this folk
I'm about to swarm the game like locust folk, they choking folk,
Guess it's hard to swallow,
If I leave the 'Sip then hell yea they'll follow
I talked to the father, he tells me
"Be real, nevermind what they want son. Just say what you feel",
I'm knowing that the deals nowadays are some bullshit
Anything less than a mil' is some bullshit,
Because I know what I'm worth
Don't need a nigga to tell me... shit!
Music alone no gimmick, need a nigga to sell me
[Talking:]
Let's get it pimp (let's get it shawty)
This for all my real players (yeah)
Sounds so soul but don't you agree? (ay what the beat this here?)
So what I want'chu to do
If you on your way and you bout to do it big
You can tell em shawty...
("I Just-just j-just-just j-just down") [plays x2 in background while KRIT talks]
[Chorus:]
I just touched down (touched down)
Aye what it is shawty (yeah)
I'm going places shawty
I just touched down (touched down)
Aye what it is shawty (yeah)
I'm going places shawty
I just touched down (touched down)
Aye what it is shawty (yeah)
I'm going places shawty
I just touched down
Just-just j-just-just j-just down
I just-just j-just-just j-just...
[Verse 1:]
I just touched down in my city on chrome
Working wood wheel from a yella getting dome
Gators on my toes, love how I'm living
Aye tell me what I'm doing if I ain't fuckin pimpin'
Gettin' mnoey working overtime Supernova shine
Only see a playa down and out ain't no cloning mine
I'm one of a kind cloth it tho, make em hit the flo'
See do what I like been doing this since 2005
This ain't overnight
Show ya right, super duper tight, showing bumpa grill
Poppin' trunk, roll it smoke it up, crackin hella seals
How it feel neva eva fuckin with my leva
They be trying but no one can do it better
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I just got paid, working on a slab
When y'all was watching cartoons I was beating Shaft
Acting bad, swangin' lane to lane, drippin candy paint
Ain't no hole this side of the Mississippi but this my candy thang
Fly without a plane
Definit, throw it I don't care, police stop and stare
Toot it up triple boot it up, pop n lock it there
Drop it there, rock it there, I'm a motivator
Haters past keep walking if it ain't about paper
I'm trill, down like Ford Flex
Ties on the cut throat SS or a Cadillac
See they might of slither on the sun bout to sippin cane
Had my momma's womb breathing like it to this pimpin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
You dealing with a country fly certified country flow
In my crooked letter the Return of 4eva hoe
Super duper clean on the scene pop my collar back
Prada hella-fied when I'm round like selling power pats
K.R.I.T. P.I.M.P. owe you where my dollas at?
You ain't bout these bengies that I'm kicking ain't no holla back
Pimpin' is my child, strengthing out for miles
Streeting block approve on my whole perfessional
[Hook:]
It's late but I'm out on the creep
It's been a while since I heard you speak
Hard to rest when I've been on this road
All I want is you next to me because you help me sleep
I swear it 'bout 4 in the morning
And I'm outchea on it
Trying to fall through just to fuck with you
Well that's if you home, cause you help me sleep
[Verse 1:]
Getting harder and harder to relax, can't rest my back
Gotta be on my P's and my Q's when I roll with this
tool in the old school 'Lac
Cause niggas try to jack nowadays in the hood
Those broke niggas up to no good
Get the cup full of drank and I'm filling my tank
Plus I woke up some of that... good
Sticky-icky, sour, Jolly Rancher candy
Make the bottom of my cup sweet as your punany
Well I'm just joking shawty
I talk about pussy a lot and getting money when I get
unfocused shawty
Cause I'm dealing with the pain of the game
And it's getting harder to keep coping shawty
Cause I can't set the world and I showed that, so I
hold back
For doing what I can to be a better man forgetting you
know that
So we fuss and fight when I'm gone, wasn't right when
my wrongs
Almost there won't be long, don't fall asleep on the
phone
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Tell me what you got on, send a pic to my phone
I been out all day tryna make a way for you, hell yeah
I'm in the zone
Just eat you out, tell me what that peach about
Feeling good feeling great when I pull off your lace
And ease it in and ease it out
And ease it in again I got to get home, yeah I been
drinking
Don't be acting like it don't feel the same, I hear it
in your tone
Yeah I was wrong for earlier but baby girl I'm on the
So keep playing with yourself cause I'm making that
left
I'm at the gate, buzz me in, meet me at the door
Body soaking wet, panties on the floor
Yeah I got that, rocked that, beat it 'til it's sore
and I knocked it chopped it up
When you suck better sop that up, don't run when it's
deep better prop that up
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
M.I crooked slay that, been killin' beats since adapt
Yeah me and rhymes go way back, way back
Time machine flow when I was swangin' and ridin'
If you ain't reppin' for your people then you're
shuckin' and jivin'
Tap dancin' and slidin' to beat that you can't
comprehend
How dare you speak on where I'm from if you ain't never
been
Fried Kool-Aid who made, never ate that in fact
Grandma was chefin' for real, made meals off love and
scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I'd rather take it by James
Anderson
Damaging how they televised Basketball Wives and not
tornadoes in the South and how we lost lives
Still rebuildin', pray for the children that have no
hero
Only the villains that tell them get money
Sleep when you die I find it funny
Because when you rest in peace don't mean fast asleep
in slumber
Thank God and stay humble
[Tech N9ne:]
Real rock rap and not to Xerox, weird not
Enough to make you fear a lot from here, watch
I ran scrimmage and I fought to the damn finish
And I popped eyes open without eating me canned spinach
My fans in it constantly tellin' me I can win it
If I stand grimace damagin' man every damn minute
I blend then expands quick it scrams wicked rhyme
Grand spittage, H.A.M. with it, fam dig it's N9ne
Chea - hard to see me like the background
Your rap styles comin' softer than a cat's meow
Red laces, big-booted like I'm Iraq bound
That frown will get you ate by my cannibal from Sac
Town
Triple axe pal, pat down, gat down, bat down, blackout
With a fat smile I might react foul, so don't make this
cat growl
I caught everybody when I spazzed wow, who do I catch
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Cleveland what up
Yeah, Kells, uh Cobain's back
I Smell Like Teen Spirit man, Cobain's back
I got these teens screamin' like Cobain's back
You try me and I'll make you a legend like Cobain's
strap - blaat
They say I'm wastin' my time where the watch at how he
got that
They say it wasn't my time where the watch at, now
watch that
Speed of my syllables rhymes, better clock that
Stop that, Bad Boy gave me the contract and I dot that
Now who the heck is this, with his pants red as 666
All up in your girlfriend's TwitPics
That Eastside boy up out the 216
That's makin' these other rappers get Melo like the
Knicks, eh
Get you spitters huck to finished, and when ya'll win
the game and the cypher was a scrimmage
So everybody gossipin' tell a friend that I'm pitchin'
How this white boy just bodied Black Entertainment
Television, lace up
[Kendrick Lamar:]
Pushin' a hoopty bumpin' the Fugees
My life is a scary movie, your life is a male groupie
Kendrick Lamar broke the handle with 22 Uzi's
Stuffed it in my mouth and cack, cack, cack killed the
rappers that knew me
Compton's most wanted I live my life in a dungeon
Came out of a dragon I can probably touch the sun with
My bare hands, what are your plans to win a Grammy,
sweet taste of victory like Oprah's punany
Don't judge me that's just some irony, trust me I like
to laugh and get lucky
My sense of humor is rumored to be a Gemini's company
come with me
In the planet rock and I plan to rock in a plantation
chasin' many legends that made it
Face it you will never be Pac-10 even when the planet
stop
I'm 2012 on a 12-inch, aimin' straight at your pelvis
Elvis would come back as a black if you was hot
You're just a mascot on a Kim Kardashian ass-shot
[B.O.B:]
Full-blooded pedigree, prize fighter special breed
My flow, they say it got special needs
I'm talking Ritalin, maybe even Adderall
Four bars from me would probably kill your whole
catalog
Sixteen would make Deborah Lee cut the channel off
Thirty-two would make Paul Bunyan take the flannel off
Sixty-four would make your mama want sixty more
I eat haters, check the crumbs on my kitchen floor
They say my music's pop, I call it buyin' cribs for my
mama shakin' hands with Obama
And if you don't believe me go online and check the pic
And if you check my flip cam you'll see your sister in
a flick
I'm perfect from the field it's like I can't miss
I'm on a rant like Durant no pick no assist
Ya'll trippin' on TIP, get off my man neck
[Intro:]
You can mourn for me baby, life goes on
Try not to cry too much
I'll see you again soon
[Verse 1:]
If I should die from this rap shit
On a plane to a show for the masses
The media will say it's oh so tragic
A king lost, shed tears for my passin'
Remember I was happy here that's what I'm askin'
When I was with ya, yea, you always kept me laughin'
Forgive me for the plans that we never made
And I the things I wish I could but I never say
I hope God overlook the days I never prayed
And embrace a sudden loss if I'm never saved
And even though it be far far before my time
I can say I lived life
If I should die
[Hook:]
It be far far before my time
I mean far far before my time
But I won't doubt ya; how can I?
Because I've known you
[Verse 2:]
If I should die
Mind I never wanted to leave
Let the niggas in the hood throw a party for me
Smoke good, drink good, blow something my way
Don't trip dry your eyes just keep yo faith
And let the hoes that I used to know from way before
Kiss me from my head to my toes
Give me some paper and pens
So I can write about the world
The child I never had and my favorite girl
No legacy on my own but I did what I could
Never liked saying goodbyes
But I know that I probably should
Even though it be far far before my time
Just know that I'm fine
If I should die
[Hook:]
It be far far before my time
I mean far far before my time
But I won't doubt ya; how can I?
Because I've known you
[Verse 3:]
If I should die
Just know that I went out in a blaze
From some hater plotting to kill me
Cause he know that I'm paid
Tell my niggas hold they horses don't kill pimpin'
I forgive him, you should too, let God deal with him
Anytime you see the purpose of mercy
No weapon formed against me on earth shall hurt me
Yeah heaven's right in front of my, I'm hoping I'm worthy
All I have is faith, Lord I can't be certain
What my future holds
Or where will I go when I exit this vessel
And these brown eyes close
Even though it be far far before my time
I can say I tried
If I should die
[Hook:]
It be far far before my time
I mean far far before my time
But I won't doubt ya; how can I?
[Chorus:]
I told her, you should go on, it's better that way
I wish I could come with you, but I gotta stay
But I gotta stay
But I gotta stay
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
All aboard, I heard 'em call your name
I knew you got your ticket, now you on your way
And it was hard to watch you wave goodbye
I'll write you here and there with no need to reply
It's just I lost a good friend in a time of need
Like forever would be better, but this time you're free
Hate you left us, kind of selfish just to think that
You going home, don't worry, what you probably would
But yeah it hurts, but I smile at the thought
You at peace in your mind, no longer ache in your heart
Finish and start, rise with the sun
Finally to hear your father say, servant we're done
I strive to be half of what you was
I'm just hoping that I can carry on your love
And I regret all the times I had to leave you
I promise I'm a see you when I see you
[Chorus]
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Yo, your motherly hands used to usher Sunday mornings
Played the tambourine so well
Reminiscing on my granddaddy
Shed tears as you looked at his pictures on the shelf
Phone ringing every day, friends gone away
Wishing you could go, but you had to stay
I sit and cry with you, soon the feelings up and pass
Aware one day that you'd pack your bags
Turned to me and asked, don't fret when I leave
This earthly body of mine done did all of it's deeds
Crawled till it walked and held all it could breathe
Carry on what I taught, you was given through He
To you, from me, in times like this believe
I got a call like you used to get just the other day
They told me you'd gone home to stay
[Chorus]
[Singing: Big K.R.I.T.]
Now I know what you meant when you used to sing
If I had wings, wings, wings
I'd fly away, I'd fly away
Lord, if I had wings, wings, wings
I'd fly away, I'd fly away
[Intro:]
You know God made black beautiful. God made Boobie beautiful. Black and Strong, and when Boobie knocks some fools out, Boobie gonna knock 'em out with black Nikes on his feet. Ain't that right? And I'm a smile when I do. Yeah, yeah, I'm distinguished now. Hey Boobie? What? You didn't lift. Come on Man this is god given, only thing I gotta do is just show up.
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, yeah, Superhero in the flesh
Even at my worst I'm the best
For the finish I stretch.
When they advance me the check
Could've bought my way to heaven, but I blew it on my neck.
Instead, what you expect when you ain't have shit,
And they ain't paying half of what you asking.
Couldn't see the pussy even if it's Cassie.
Alot hoes is down for taking pictures cause you're flashin'.
You can't even imagine
Maybe Kim Kardashian.
Number one song, get a grammy, now I'm smashin.
Masserati crashin', swerving through the traffic
Wrap it round a pole, sell a mil off the tragedy.
I defy gravity
Blacker then I have to be
Talking to the Lord, I can't stay,
Who gone save hip-hop after me,
That's like a torn ACL to an Athlete,
Boobie Miles, Friday (Night) Lights,
Capture me, In my hometown...
[Chorus:]
King City, King, King City
Third Coast Representer, Mississippi Switchin Lanes
King City, King, King City,
Third Coast Represtenter, Mississippi Swithcin Lanes,
300 My my, 300 I'm off the ground [x3]
King City, M-Town, Hometown Hero.
[Verse 2:]
Yeah, yeah, it's just a rock in the cooler,
Not a day off but I'm still Ferris Bueller.
Winners never lose so how dare you confuse us,
They quote what I spit like Confucius.
He say, She say rumors all day,
The rap game is high school and life's a hallway.
Like what click you in, the Beamer or the Benz,
The Bentley or the Lambo,
Like here we going again.
Don't sit at my table VIP I got this,
You ain't poppin champagne after every game then don't pop shit.
Homecoming queen, with my picture in her locket,
But I know what's up with her hands in my pockets.
(Money)
They love me cause my Swag is so Jockish,
Freshman year I saw a ring like I'm boxin'.
You voted most likely to never-ever top this,
I'm Michael Jordan; Dennis Rodman's... in my hometown.
[Chorus]
Now I was doing it big all on my own
Grippin wood grain and ridin on chrome
Sprinkling game everywhere that I go
Cause all these wonder girls wanna fuck
Now I was old school riding slamming my doors
Recline and shine like a pimp 'supposes
Life ain't nothing but a eq of highs and lows
Eq's highs and lows
I got more than your amount, what's in your account
Young Krizzle newest out the south
So it's going down,
I think you a hater if you can't see that I'm player
With this diva major leaguer and these fusia alligators
Shawty got me fucked up, I'm never slippin never tricking
For no treats that ain't for free up on these streets if it ain't Halloween
And while these boppers on my dick I swear they trying to fuck my whip bobbing
Cause my paint was candy sour, apple green
I pull the badest broads up out they drawers and barely wave
If you ain't winning in this game then you've barely played
If you ain't buying what you want then you barely paid
Didn't see me hiding you could barely hate cause
I was doing it big all on my own
Grippin good grain and ridin on chrome
Sprinkling game everywhere that I go
Cause all these wonder girls wanna fuck
Now I was old school riding slamming my doors reclining
, shinning like a pimp exposed
Life ain't nothing but a eq of highs and lows
Eq's highs and lows
I got everything you want, everything you need
Damn right, I'm the coldest nigger I you liable to freeze
Never ever bring your girl around she liable to leave
She ain't never been around a pimp she was dying to see
I'm out these [?] that flies to the freshest that freshin up the fly
I'm major in the pimping I'm just rapping on the side
For the benz with the trim and the [?] I could [?]
The plane ain't gonna take off if I don't ride
Also live like pay per view I show you what paper do
Make her popping and drop it slide back and forth like a fader do
I'm feelzle incredicle
Swear My vessel hater proof
Only me myself and I who I came into, cause
I was doing here big all on my on
Grippin good grain and ridin on chrome
Sprinkling game everywhere that I go
Cause all these wonder girls wanna fuck
Now I was old school riding slamming my doors
Reclining shinning like a pimp exposed
Life ain't nothing but a eq of highs and lows
Eq's highs and lows
I'd rather be with you, yeah yeah
Said I'd rather be with you
I'd rather be with you, yeah
Said I'd rather be with you, uhu
I was doing here big all on my on
Grippin good grain and ridin on chrome
Sprinkling game everywhere that I go
Cause all these wonder girls wanna fuck
Now I was old school riding slamming my doors
Reclining shinning like a pimp exposed
Life ain't nothing but a eq of highs and lows
Twin states mane: Alabama, Mississippi
Big KRIT, Yelawolf
Happy, happy birthday, happy birthday...
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I used to do backspins, no Adidas suit
In my grandmama's house, listening to Coup
Straight out the country like a pair of boots
With [?] no apparel to match
I was hip-hop before I ought to be hip
Some dirty British Knights, tied up, size 6
Don't give me the spoon to cut my pie with
I did it, hand scooped the proofs under my eyelids
I was bumpin' that [?] and that UGK, and that group home
And Skinny Pimp from Tennessee, and I knew the songs
Mystikal, muthafucka, put your boots on
That's mustard, no Grey Poupon
Geto Boys trick or treat: let's go home
Deep dish D's, drop two tones
And I know Alabama ain't your birthplace
But I just come to celebrate, happy birthday
Hip-hop
[Hook:]
Yelawolf and Big KRIT on some new shit
We got that firewater, so keep your candles lit
Uh, happy birthday hip hop!
Mississippi/Alabama and it don't stop
The door slamming and the rims chop
Twin states from the bottom, now we on top
So happy birthday, hip hop
We worldwide and it don't stop
[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
I'm hollerin' breathe little shawty
Just look what I done bought ya
The very best that I possess from 'neath that country water
Like preaching from the altar, I break bread with you hip-hop
Just show me where the sauce, a piece of mind is what it cost ya
The beginning of the better, return of forever
Like Pete Rock in the lab no telling what we'll chef up
You find a will to flow once the bottom does settle
I was digging in the crates, just bring a 40 and your shovel
Old school Chevy, sprayed it Ole Miss Rebel
My definition for lizard crawling and heavy metal
808 bass in, haters scrum facing
While you was Kid N Playin', I was UGKing
"Say it ain't so, KRIT", bitch, I'm just saying
Don't play me like no sucka
These Alpines leave you muffled
Country buckin' hella gumpshin, tell them niggas take that
Happy birthday hip-hop, now show me where the cake at
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Bonita fried, apple pie Baum put me on
(Put 'em up) waffle house, 2Pac's rock song
You see I had to dig to find the hieroglyphics
My mama didn't know about [?] Souls of Mischief
See the Bible what gave me the Holy Spirit
But it didn't give me rap, cause I wasn't supposed to hear it
So I had to walk under them Rebel flags
With my hoodie inside out, with Adidas on the tag
[Big K.R.I.T. Verse]
Who would've thunk it, I think we onto something
Like a speaker on my chest, no holding back they hear me coming
If you check my gun function, I've been 'bout it 'bout it
The royalties within my jeans and they so outta pocket
Back when Screw was popping, Them 4s and vogues was chopping
The swangas [?] and pendulums and boppers kept bopping
Reminiscing on the golden times
3000 rhymed over noise so organized
(Handwriting's on the wall)
Yeah, it's on the wall
I'm a keep drankin' til they toss me out this
motherfucker man
[Verse 1:]
Excuse my tone of voice but today was just a bad day
Label hit me about another single and said I ain't had
play
Since Country Shit, hell they thought that was a
reasonable record anyway
But thank God for Bun B and Ludacris because they had
faith
That shit would take off and it did, guess I was too
country to quit
I make albums not hits, these rich folks don't know
about this
But that's cool, I'm back to that K.R.I.T. Was Here
Pray to God this was meant for me, a king to be
Hoping my time was near
Maybe I'm rappin' in vain, maybe this wasn't my lane
Maybe I'm hurtin' myself, talkin' bout real life
instead of the fame
How can I change? Shawty I swear I think I'm wastin'
time
On the phone with my pops like, "I just wanna save some
lives"
I just want a deuce to ride with the ones I was dealt
My pride might be my downfall, but I ain't askin' for
help
I wear my heart on my sleeve, don't run into me cause
it bleeds
No disrespect to your craft, but I make my own beats
Shit the handwritin'...
(The handwriting's on the wall...)
Man the Hennessy do somethin' to a nigga man sometimes
that shit...
I just can't hold back, you feel me?
[Verse 2:]
First quarter got me like boilin' water with soda in it
Drop my project in the pot watch it lock up like those
in prison
Gotta prove these people wrong that don't see the
vision
Three nominations, number one on 106, hell I forgot to
mention
Two free albums minus label support
Fired my publicist cause I forgot what I was payin' him
Drunk til I'm barely conscious, call Johnny tell him
put y'all on 3-way immediately
Cause I'm sick of bein' lied to and I'm wagin' war
Then I'm goin' back to Sippi-land and I'm quittin' rap
Ain't that bad cause when I was poor, hell I was fat
and happy
Dealin' with the critics and the comments got me
trippin'
Like my accent and my tone make it really hard to
listen
I was scarred but I was driven before the politics came
Lynchin' rappers and droppin' albums, and watchin' em
hang
I pushed mine back with fear that they might just do me
the same
Cause I rebel I might get shelved, but that's part of
the game
Hell, the handwritin'...
(The handwriting's on the wall...)
Goddamn right it's on the wall
I take this shit seriously man
This is my life, this all I've ever known
This all I'll ever do and I promise to God I won't let
nobody take it from me
[Verse 3:]
I did it for all of mine and all of yours
Ten toes deep in the game I'm in
I'm bound to lose if I'm livin' in sin
If I play to win will I make it out?
I'm tired of feelin' my heart Lord I just wanna scrape
it out
This the road less traveled, shit I just gotta stay the
route
I hear the hate and all the betrayal I just gotta phase
it out
With another shot, better chase it down with a glass of
Crown
Put that on my tab, yeah I'm doin' bad
Cause music's all I've ever known, shit, all I've ever
Tryna say somethin' tryna do somethin' tryna be better
Ain't much time left, I gotta make do, I can't live
forever
Ain't that what makes me me? No smoke and no mirrors
And I don't even wear Loc's, so they can see me clear
And you can say that I'm bitter but tell me if I'm
trippin'
They stick their noses up and talk down on Mississippi
Imagine how you'd feel to know you work hard, and you
educated
And they treat you like you never made it
The handwritin'...
(The handwriting's on the wall, final curtain's about
to fall
Just ain't no feelings left at all, the handwriting,
[Chorus:]
They know just who we are
Roll in fo' deep cars
Polo down, country bound
Tight like Mason jars
My grandma used to say
Boy you got, boy you got, boy you got gumption
Boy you got, boy you got, boy you got gumption
Boy you got, boy you got, boy you got gumption
Boy you got, boy you got, boy you got gumption
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
First off, I'm the country of the countriest
Mississippi bitch, what you know about this country
shit?
Hold on, prolong, I'm knowing what you thanking
Naw, it ain't the chitterlings that got this shit here
stanking
Jumping, bumping through the speakers, sub booming
Shawty, I've been stroking is what I've been doing
Everybody got something to say about how we get down
When we get round, cause it's thirty-eights on the
Crown Vic
So I use a ladder to get down with
Ay, thick and for the picking's what I'm fine with
Her face ahh! Ass astounding
She micro-braided, I pull it and pound it
That malt liquor keep a nigga grounded
On the porch with my kinfolk lounging
Up underneath the stars
They talk about my state, but they know just who we are
[Chorus]
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Psychedelic, excelling on Daytons and Vogues
[?] majestic, I'm killing these hoes
Sprinkle game of the greenest, the meanest of flows
Planting seeds in your mentals and leave it to grow
Eager to know, how to get money and bring it to daddy
Evenly so, buy me some gators and pull up the Caddy
Open my do', jump from my car, round and clean up my
palace
Throw on my robe, run my bath water and fill up my
chalice
Sit on my balance beam until her belly cream
If that pussy needs ramming, I'm battering
Player way, tailor made, always in a gator state
'92 Bulls on a fool, that's how players play
For the win like M.J. straight away
Shook 'em off, no time left, fuck it, fade away
Buzzer, it's all over with
Champagne with lobster and shrimp, pimp
[Chorus]
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Ay, ay player play on, I roller-skate on
I was taught to give 'em something just to hate on
Like a Ford engine light, I just stay on
Or, to find a yellow belly I can take home
Or, lay on cause it ain't nothing but a skill to
You either get her done barbecue or meal dude
Let the super-fly inside you steer you
Because being lame's a disease, it can kill you
So let me put you on these hoes
Chevy that be heavy and the wall that be Vogue
Peanut butter guts with the grape jelly glow
Chromed-out bumper with the Cobain do's
That's suicide shit if ain't know that
Need a lil' pimping? Baby girl, let me pour that
Sow that up with some dough on it
I was born with the gift of gab, so motherfucker throw
a bow on it
What a difference a day makes
What about all the effort that a day takes?
The winding road of my uncertainty
That undying feeling of urgency
Did I do all that I could do to ensure my success?
Did I really give my all
[Verse 1:]
They think the money might change me
Well maybe so, cause I'm tired of being fucked up and
being poor
Scheming on a dark nigga for a plate
With the stones like a hood poncho, hope he take
Niggas ride with their tops down in the hood
[?] to the bad b! tches, I'm a student
What it took just to be a man, my plan
How [?] what you can't
I was down for mine, that's all I ever knew
While you was talking shit, I was talking revenue
I told em get paid, stay the fuck out of the mix
Cause niggas ain't real
And hoes ain't shit
[Hook:]
Good foot, I stay up off mine
They whole hole up and I hole back time
Good foot, and watch your step
Niggas ain't right, that's why they so left
Good foot, now what you waitin on?
Now what you waitin on?
Now what you waitin on?
I told him get paid, stay the fuck out of the mix
Cause niggas ain't real
And hoes ain't shit
[Verse 2:]
Now, who the fuck told you I ain't heavy as boulders?
I got them gears, surely it's gettin colder
There's no one closer to the Biggie flow
Give and go, on these hoes the number one nigga role
They roll like Bigelo
Benzes and Beemers
I sound like the sun at the peak of his zenith
Who am I b! tch? What you know about the hard knock
Old school time machine
From the light to hard top
No tears, see my face, ho?
I'm your pastor, what you pucker your braids for?
Chill! And stay the fuck out of the mix
Cause niggas ain't real
And hoes ain't shit
[Hook:]
Good foot, I stay up off mine
They whole hole up and I hole back time
Good foot, and watch your step
Niggas ain't right, that's why they so left
Good foot, now what you waitin on?
Now what you waitin on?
Now what you waitin on?
I told him get paid, stay the fuck out of the mix
Cause niggas ain't real
Life is funny ain't it
Cause I don't think this is my parents dream for me
[Verse 1:]
Cheah
Lord I ain't cha best son
I ain't been to church in a while
But on that liquor I confess some
I missed a couple blessings wasn't ready
I was counting money
But I swear I'll catch the next one
I did some dirt to be the fresh one
I lost my friends over ends but I guess it's where I get it, huh
Chasing dreams that I can barely see
Shooting for the stars, when that's something I could never be
Maybe all the flash wasn't meant for me
Maybe I'm too real for this industry
I sit alone in this 4 corner room
Writing about life and how it goes to soon
Pimpin these broads fast cars and jewels
All in the blink of a eye I could lose
It's all good, love and pain
Somethangs I just can't change
I jsut can't change
[Chorus:]
I can't keep worrying bout the things in my life I can change
Dear Lord give me the strength to fight the evil in this game
Ooh I close my eyes and get down on my knees
Pray to the heavens protect my family
If I leave that's good enough for me
[Verse 2:]
My girl think I'm no good
And she should
I ain't done much to make her thank different
Late night chicken chicks really wasn't effortless
I'm erasing messages so she ain't caguht me slippin
I never really knew how much I loved her till she gifted
Besides she ain't scared of lion tigers and bears
But she scared of being in love with me
How'd feel that I'll sleep with every broad on the road I see
Probably so-do I ride solo
On the mission for some mo doe
Ball hard to ease my mind
Tried to call her and she picked up
Said she really can't talk it ain't over but she need some time nah I'm a limpo
It ain't simple yeah I feel her
Says she got a friend a word is she really dig him
I'm dealing with the pain I lost her and I know it
I'm praying for the strength not to show it
Seems hopeless
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I was just waiting on this moment in my grandmama kitchen
An artist from Mississippi like who a listening
I'm southernize countryfied no doubt
I hustle hard my slang bross so what now
Get it in by any means I said
Having dreams of a such things I bled
Sweat and tears poot and dro with beers
Liquor helps me think but I pay the toll in years
Women gloring, some were hores
They never feel avoid all I wanted was more
The company up under me was shady
Childhood friends turned enimies they hating
Alot of folk done made it to hell I know they waiting
For me to fall off and burn if I'm forsaken
We work as up and neck with it, Lord we knew better
It's hard to be broke and do better
Father forgive me
[Chorus]
[Chorus: x2]
Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass
Don't, don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass
Don't, don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house
If you ain't sup get the fxck and get yo ass out
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
That's digital situation critical
Hate to make it so blatant baby but I ain't playing
Maybe you got me confused with one of them other dudes
I ain't none of them under they breath mumbling
Scared to tell them hoes what it is
You put yourself in that position
I chill with all that baller fishing
You fxcked around and you caught a shark
Cold heart, tear your feelings apart
I'm more focused on getting my rims powder coated
One of the dopest, I'm scheduled one you just ibuprofen
What is you smoking them focused groads they got you choking
The options open, you can hide with them suckers
Or ride low and get higher than a muhfxcka
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Straight stunting, sucker niggas I take from em
They bxtches that is, get up in the car with Wiz
They know they goin bake something,
Ain't frontin' smoking off the eighth onion
Get it twisted cause you see me on your computer screen
Thinking cause you got wireless you get high as us
Bxtches leaving they lame niggas to ride with us
Planes over everything in the fly we trust
Just by the smell it's obvious than my connect come from Cali
I'm good long as the money piling up
All the while I'm just quick lane pimping
Big chain twisting
Walking how I talking bxtch that's Pittsburgh pimping
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.]
Now I was candy coated, bending corners fifth-fifth wheeling
Made a killing with the bumper grill and chandelier ceiling
Plus linen is you fxcking, is you sucking I was wondering
Cause if not don't be pushing all my buttons in my Cutless
Unless you cutting, bxtch I'm just saying
I ain't tricking it's a reason that this porno flick playing
Trunk shaking, knocking pictures off the wall
Southern made call, 808 mean no draws
You got friends I fxck them all
What you mean you ain't nasty, Why the fxck you came
Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plane
Mississippi PIMP, mouth piece frigid
Throw the mic out of sight
Show you bright can you feel it shawty
[Chorus:]
OK, ay this is just an anthem for the players
Top notch boppers and the pimps with the gators
Roller skaters, smoked out elevators
Drank sipping, paint flipping congregators
Let's get right, let's get right
Let's get right, let's get right
All night, all night
All night, party like it's 1999
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
One two, one two, one two, I got plenty
Breaking hoes, four in the morning, ain't many
Player, player play on, roller skate on
I get my chase on for something to take home, now who
you waiting on?
Uh, freaking with me she got beat
Till she shook and went to sleep, you think she don't
cheat
She sucking and she fucking cause she love the way I
spit it
I know she only want me for my dick, but I can dig it
I dig her, there's none iller, kinda killer
Like Jack the Ripper, that's way before I drink the
liquor
My moves are major, can't do no favors
For chickens with cruel intentions of laying eggs to
get to my paper
Plenty pimping, nah I ain't tricking, ain't never
slipping
Hella lifted when we piffing, stuck to the ceiling
You smell the vapors when we roll by
So crack a seal, pour up and get right
[Chorus]
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Back up, back up cause it's on, break of dawn
Popping tops, taking shots, vibing to the early morn
I ain't tripping if I make it home, tryna bone
Taking pictures of bad bitches and save 'em in my phone
B.B. in me on the late night, take flight
On my base pipes, searching for jaws like Great Whites
Ain't that some shit? Yeah, that's some shit
You claimed that was your girl, but why she all up on
my tip?
No need to buck cause you get fucked up in this party
Chiggity-check yourself before I finish what you
started
Get retarded, hella stupid in the mix
Line 'em up, knock 'em down, dominoes in this bitch
Drink ain't free, drink on me, store run
Gotta take my whip cause yo' tank on E
It's all good, I got a little dough to blow
Buy a case of Ol' E' and some blunts to roll
[Chorus]
[Singing: Big K.R.I.T.]
OK, I'm feeling good, drink got me feeling fine
Doing what a player does, smoking just to ease my mind
Forever getting on, riding chrome
Bopping-ass broads won't leave me alone
I said these bopping-ass broads won't leave me alone
All day, all night, I can't be faded
Too cold on hoes, they ain't for saving
Get right, get gold, feel like we made it
How could you hate? Congratulate
(Chorus)
Mama I made it
Got my chain now,
I got that Benz too
I got my Luis Vuiton
And my Gucci shoes
Mama I made it
Got the choosy folks I keep some groupy hoes
I got that old Skool With those Lambo doors
But I am scared (Yeah)
It all ain't enough
To free my soul
Lord mama I made it
VERSE 1
Fuck what they are talking
Na It ain't about talent
It's no longer an art
Niggers piss on your canvas ?
and parade
Ok so you paved the way but I rolled the road
Farther than you rolled before but still you block the road some more
I'm on my last leg and they just passing me by
With a sign that say I rap to eat and both my thumbs in the sky
Damn!! When would my time come should I just sell dope
For money,
cars
clothes
and hoes .. cause they say thats successful
Till a nigger run up all you and unload
Cause he Po' and you shine just like the Moon glow
stunting in your bently but it cost you your soul
when God come to collect i hope u got what u owe
(Chorus)
VERSE 2
Forever dreaming
Wishing on a star for help
I give a nigger food for thought
He rather starve himself
Apart from wealth
I think it was the shine that got us blinded
Not sure of what we reading when we signing (our life away)
They say ignorance is bliss
But I like to stay
The game is just not records and real shit
They don't like to play
You ghetto famous to us, u just Bo jangles to them
Tap your feet tip your brim and sell it back to your kin
I don't rap I spit hymns
My Gods bigger than them
Try to blacken your heart and say were children of men
I sin cause i aint perfect
But I rather save your life, then hurt it
(If I Make It)
Olds school flow,
yo, yo, yo, yo
They used to say
They used to say
This rap shit
They used to say (He's dreamin)
They used to say (He's dreamin)
This rap shit (is not for real)
This rap shit (is not for real)
They used to say (He's dreamin)
They used to say (He's dreamin)
This rap shit (is not for real)
This rap shit (is not for real)
[Big K.R.I.T - Verse 1]
Yeah I remember it so clearly
Rappin' to my pop about the cars and the clothes
Shrimp and the lobster that I heard about
Like word of mouth
The UGK tape and Scarface will turn ya out
I was like 13 thirsting for a good beat
Scoping for a studio talkin' bout I spit heat
Like Ball & G, on that pimp type shit
36 had me crunk on that late night tip
They say (He's dreamin)
They used to say (He's dreamin)
This rap shit (is not for real)
This rap shit (is not for real)
They used to say (He's dreamin)
They used to say (He's dreamin)
This rap shit (is not for real)
This rap shit (is not for real)
[Big K.R.I.T - Verse 2]
I played ball for a minute, did I mention wasn't in it
Writing rhymes on my glove so I will never forget em
Had to quit it, didn't feel it back in high school
Rather write poems, known for flowing, thats what I do
Couldn't be little Zac forever, peace to my big brother
Follow ya dreams baby, thats word to my grandmother
When I hear the streets tappin', my beats kickin' my flow
I overhear the same shit they always say before (he's dreaming)
[Hook]
[Big K.R.I.T - Verse 3]
I told them call me KRIT, they told me change my name
Don't be alarmed if you don't make it, thats just part of the game
Besides I aint rapping about dope nor did I sell it
I guess the story of a country boy just aint compelling
A&R;'s searching for a hit, I just need a meal
Couldn't afford to pay the rent, but passed up on the deal
Cause, it wasn't right sometimes you gotta wade the storm
In a class of my own, but I was scared to raise my arm
Like, this my dream, this my life, I sacrificed it all
Except my soul in the firm belief there is a God
Watching out, when all the others used to doubt
[Intro:]
Good Lord we back one mo' 'gin
This for the people, this for the have-nots...
I know what you going through
I know what you dealing with on the daily, you feel me?
Ain't nothing but sunshine from here...
Let's get high
[Hook:]
Sippin' on this drank don't ease my pain
Lord, I wish it would
Smoking on this weed don't make me sane
But it should
In a world that's down and out
In a world that's down and out
[Verse 1:]
I got my back against the wall
Once again, I've been cornered
Smoke that roach from my ash tray from the other day
and down this last Corona that I scrape for
Gotta make more, gotta get mine
Cause when I get time, I'm a get shine and clear my
runway
And wait til I get signed, stretch my wings and fly
Do what I gotta do to get by
See the world through my third eye
Would answer the things I worry 'bout
At the end of days, bills to pay
If it's a white man's world, am I still a slave
To the minimum wage?
Keep words minimal, subliminal, y'all won't make it
anyway
Out the traps they set follow them tracks they left to
the White House
And tell Oprah Winfrey I don't need no chicken
Bitch is gonna turn my lights out
On a daily basis, piece of American Pie
They cut me, I can barely taste it
But I know it ain't 'bout shit cause my grandma ain't
make it
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Can't take that for granted though
I'm still searching for antidotes
Niggas outchea sick from the money they spent
Trying to get more cars and clothes and hoes
That really know they poles, is that on earth winning
y'all?
Is every woman in a sundress, really down for the
cause?
I can't be sure, nowadays everybody 'bout dough
About to play: A queen and be? A gold digger? I can't
even say
But either way I strap up, wrap up
Cause I don't want no capsules after
A rock-a-bye that I deny cause she stay on heads like
tassels
And that's not to say ain't no queens around my way
I seen one the other day, but she had bruises on her
face
And cried to me that men ain't shit and she fed up
They only want her with her legs up
Even though her nose swollen and eye was closed
I told her keep her head up
[Hook:]
Let me tell you bout this super fly dirty dirty Third coast muddy water
Shawty pop that pussy if ya wanna
Let me tell you bout this Old school pourin' lean candy yams and collard greens
Pocket fulla stones ridin' clean
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit (country country shit)
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit
Let me tell you bout this country shit
Country country shit
Country country shit
[Verse 1:]
I told 'em aw man hold up what you know about it
Candy cars, superstars, rubberbands in my pocket
A couple broads for the popping if she ridin then she bopping
Bitch I'm sellin if you shopping if you need it then I got it
If I want it then I cop it kin you don't like nigga top it
Why you worried bout mine hoe? What's off in your wallet?
I was riding my screw shit, rims chop-chopping
Top dropping throwing bread crumbs crows start flocking
Knockin pictures off the wall
We sit tall but we still crawl
If we still shoot we still score
We still win so we still ball
We still hood so fuck dem laws
I got nuts and I got loot
If you can't see the king in a nigga like me undoubtedly
Well fuck you too, yeah
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Okay the Caddy still swangin'
And the trunk still bangin'
Nigga trickin' ain't pimpin' shawty
What is y'all thankin'?
Wh-wh-what is y'all sayin?
What-what is y'all sangin'?
Hit the club by the bar like
What is y'all drankin'?
Old schools, foreign cars
Shawty what is y'all crankin'?
Kush blunts Bank tellers ask me
"Why is y'all stankin? "
If it's money I chill
Shawty why is y'all playin'?
She was bound to fuck a pimp
So why is you carin'?
Save the hoe, Cape Crusader at her service aiding hoe
Damn the hoe, blame the hoe
For the same shit you pay me for
Shake it more for a pimp
With my shrimp on my plate
Countrified, country fly with a tape
[Hook:]
This for all my country folk
Slamming them Caddy doors
Sitting out on the porch
Fresh from head to toe
This for all my Southern kin
Be proud of who you is
No matter where and when
Let 'em know the game you're in
[Verse 1:]
Back on my grind again, wasting no time again
Putting it on the line, been losing I'm tryna win
Whenever, right now is the better
Hoping all those stars and planets align together
Tryna weather the storm, go beyond and gone
Find all of life's treasures, bringing 'em to my home
Like, like we made it Sippi-land, country and all of
that
Tell all them haters congratulate us or fall back
'Cause I'm in my old school, traveling to the A
Don't worry, little brother, I'll be back like any day
Spread the word, I flip birds like birds
Get flipped by dope boys that park rims on the curb
Got my CD in they deck, bop they heads, break they neck
Whispering that I got next to execs
That never heard of Mississippi lyricists
Not even visionaries envision this
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Leave it behind, the, the, the crime
Fight for every yard cross the poverty line
Any given Sunday could be my last
Pay my tithes with my gas money or let the plate pass
'Cause God can understand the lows
The feeling of being stranded on the side of the road
Watching all the fancy cars come and go
Like it couldn't no worse, but it'll storm so more
Whenever it rains, little buddy, it pours
When you need the sunshine like the most
But even a magnolia fights to grow
Under certain circumstances similar to yours
I just wanna be heavenly, I suppose
'Cause success never ever saves your soul
I came from the bottom of the map to show
The world that it's more to us country folk
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Just in case you was wondering
I did make the beat
Yeah, cause we just (children of the world)
And they wonder why we bang
Cause police do the same, that's the only rival gang
I'm just sitting here, praying to my father
Tired of today, forever scared of tomorrow
Where's a scale I could borrow? Cause living ain't cheap
I dropped out of school, pops, cause college ain't free
Plus college ain't me, sitting in the class
Questions rushing in my brain but I'm too proud to ask
Take it all in stride, teacher talking physics
And I just want to be fly
What good is a degree when there's no jobs to apply?
And fast food won't do 'cause you overqualified
I'm feeling like hustling
Tired of the foodstamps and budgeting
Running in so much work with school buzzing in
God, and I risk the only things we be trusting in
All else fails, I'm in a casket like fuck it then
Either get rich or die poor
Nigga fell short and got jammed up, but he tried though
I'm pretty sure my first words were "survival"
Looking for the answers to my problems in the Bible
Cause we just try and decode all the secrets
My conversations with God always seem leave him speechless
And even when I was at my worst like "we got to make this work"
My girl found time to leave me, too broke to give a fuck, though
My past relationships got me like "what up, ho? "
I'm just bitter, I ain't asking what you fuck for
As disrespectful, I admit
I was just saying, if you wonder why I call you "bitch"
Cause we just, guess I look up to the pimps
I ain't saying it wasn't wrong, but they had the freshest fits
The cars and the broads and the kicks
Is something to strive for when you ain't never had shit
I'm feeling like what the fuck, they want my soul
Like my ancestors' ain't enough
If I can't trust my own government, who can I trust?
If I abuse myself daily, who can I love?
Shorty might have AIDS like who can I fuck? Sure enough
That be the day that the rubber bust or I have a kid
The pride to all the things that my father did
Cause the momma was a groupie and I was on some rapper shit
They gave me Hell like I asked for it
Signing everything under the sun but they ain't after K.R.I.T.
I guess I didn't swag enough
Stupid fruity pebble chain, Louis bag enough
Popping tags, model bitches, couldn't brag enough
Bubble kushy, stupid loud patch it, lag enough
Steady acting like I ain't had enough
Ten chains on your neck like you ain't flash enough
I wreck so many times, I guess I ain't crash enough
On the track like I'm pushing crack, bag it up
I tell these niggas to back it up
My bitch like Scar's, gave the Louis rag to her
'Sace shades on my eyes like I ain't seeing the hate
Too fresh to death, I couldn't attend the wake
That's too lyrical, he been round busting
Mississippi? Well, he don't sound Southern
He be down cause it's since '05, I swear
The game's a pound of Reggie
So anything I sell's a breath of fresh air
[Hook:]
Get money, don't be no lame
Bench warmers never ride foreign, so play the game
Never drop the ball, never accept a loss, get back up
if you fall
And when your numbers called, you better give your all
I hope you give your all
You gotta play until the end
The only difference between a winner and a loser is a
winner plays until he wins
[Verse 1:]
Ain't nothing for free so get your ass up
My partner said if we don't speed then they might pass
So we hit 85, tryna keep this dream alive
All I see is green, I think these screens is fucking
with my sight
Nowadays hoes claiming that they crushin'
Bop a darling in my bucket 'til their heads catch
concussions
But please don't push my buttons, I don't know you like
that
Can't do no favors for these haters, I don't owe you
like that
Well I guess it's the allure like when you need to
score
One second on the clock and the shot's all yours
Hit or miss, we take the risk
Cause anything is better than viennas and warm grits
Trading bust it babies for fly divas that buck
Her only concern is if my car match her clutch
Yeah she's a gold digger but that pussy good
So what the fuck, don't be late for this player's ball
Hurry up and...
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
They told me life is what you make it
So what you been creating on your free time?
I'll lend you bars if you need rhyme – or reason
Some people change, it's a part of life – like seasons
Just be aware that everybody ain't your friend
They'll be gone with the wind once your jump shot don't
go in
Or your ACL torn and you're a couple yards short
From a Super Bowl Championship and it was down 4
Gotta play the field, be willing to ride, willing to
For what you desire, call your pop fly, but never
collide
With other players that play the game
Don't be eager to run with crowds, stay in your lane
Pass the knowledge onto your team, but carry the flame
Cause it's yours and yours alone to brighten your way
Put God first and free your soul
Cause even Olympic runners sometimes lose their gold
So...
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
M.I crooked slay that, been killin' beats since adapt
Yeah me and rhymes go way back, way back
Time machine flow when I was swangin' and ridin'
If you ain't reppin' for your people then you're shuckin' and jivin'
Tap dancin' and slidin' to beat that you can't comprehend
How dare you speak on where I'm from if you ain't never been
Fried Kool-Aid who made, never ate that in fact
Grandma was chefin' for real, made meals off love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I'd rather take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised Basketball Wives and not tornadoes in the South and how we lost lives
Still rebuildin', pray for the children that have no hero
Only the villains that tell them get money
Sleep when you die I find it funny
Because when you rest in peace don't mean fast asleep in slumber
Thank God and stay humble
[Tech N9ne:]
Real rock rap and not to Xerox, weird not
Enough to make you fear a lot from here, watch
I ran scrimmage and I fought to the damn finish
And I popped eyes open without eating me canned spinach
My fans in it constantly tellin' me I can win it
If I stand grimace damagin' man every damn minute
I blend then expands quick it scrams wicked rhyme
Grand spittage, H.A.M. with it, fam dig it's N9ne
Chea - hard to see me like the background
Your rap styles comin' softer than a cat's meow
Red laces, big-booted like I'm Iraq bound
That frown will get you ate by my cannibal from Sac Town
Triple axe pal, pat down, gat down, bat down, blackout
With a fat smile I might react foul, so don't make this cat growl
I caught everybody when I spazzed wow, who do I catch now
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Cleveland what up
Yeah, Kells, uh Cobain's back
I Smell Like Teen Spirit man, Cobain's back
I got these teens screamin' like Cobain's back
You try me and I'll make you a legend like Cobain's strap - blaat
They say I'm wastin' my time where the watch at how he got that
They say it wasn't my time where the watch at, now watch that
Speed of my syllables rhymes, better clock that
Stop that, Bad Boy gave me the contract and I dot that
Now who the heck is this, with his pants red as 666
All up in your girlfriend's TwitPics
That Eastside boy up out the 216
That's makin' these other rappers get Melo like the Knicks, eh
Get you spitters huck to finished, and when ya'll win the game and the cypher was a scrimmage
So everybody gossipin' tell a friend that I'm pitchin'
How this white boy just bodied Black Entertainment Television, lace up
[Kendrick Lamar:]
Pushin' a hoopty bumpin' the Fugees
My life is a scary movie, your life is a male groupie
Kendrick Lamar broke the handle with 22 Uzi's
Stuffed it in my mouth and cack, cack, cack killed the rappers that knew me
Compton's most wanted I live my life in a dungeon
Came out of a dragon I can probably touch the sun with
My bare hands, what are your plans to win a Grammy, sweet taste of victory like Oprah's punany
Don't judge me that's just some irony, trust me I like to laugh and get lucky
My sense of humor is rumored to be a Gemini's company come with me
In the planet rock and I plan to rock in a plantation chasin' many legends that made it
Face it you will never be Pac-10 even when the planet stop
I'm 2012 on a 12-inch, aimin' straight at your pelvis
Elvis would come back as a black if you was hot
You're just a mascot on a Kim Kardashian ass-shot
[B.O.B:]
Full-blooded pedigree, prize fighter special breed
My flow, they say it got special needs
I'm talking Ritalin, maybe even Adderall
Four bars from me would probably kill your whole catalog
Sixteen would make Deborah Lee cut the channel off
Thirty-two would make Paul Bunyan take the flannel off
Sixty-four would make your mama want sixty more
I eat haters, check the crumbs on my kitchen floor
They say my music's pop, I call it buyin' cribs for my mama shakin' hands with Obama
And if you don't believe me go online and check the pic
And if you check my flip cam you'll see your sister in a flick
I'm perfect from the field it's like I can't miss
I'm on a rant like Durant no pick no assist
Ya'll trippin' on TIP, get off my man neck
'I want you all to go to your windows.
Go to your windows and yell out.
Scream with all the might that you can muster up inside your bruised, assaulted and battered bodies
That you are sick and tired of being a nigga.'
I don't wanna be another nigga,
Tell the government,
I don't wanna be another nigga,
Tell htem white folk,
I don't wanna be another nigga,
Tell them black folk,
I don't wanna be another nigga.
Tell the world
I don't wanna be another nigga,
Waitin' with my hands out,
Broke in the hood, they give a damn 'bout
Braggin' to my homie bout the hoes I fucked
Drinkin' bottles after bottles, plus I smoke too much.
I never had a job that would pay me well,
I took what I could cause they gave me hell
Spend what I stole on some clothes and kicks,
My ex girl say I won't amount to shit.
But she suck and fuck, when my car roll up,
Tried to fuck her sister, but she talk too much.
Her mama shake her head whenever I come 'round
Whatever high I had when I saw her might come down
I barely go to church but I say I will,
I bow my head right before I eat my meal
The world's fucked up and they claimin' I'm to blame
It's a damn shame cause
I don't wanna be another nigga,
Tell the government,
I don't wanna be another nigga,
Tell htem white folk,
I don't wanna be another nigga,
Tell them black folk,
I don't wanna be another nigga.
Tell the world
I don't wanna be another nigga,
Waitin' on a play to come through
Chillin with my homeboys Plottin' on you
Watchin movies how to come up quick
Recruiting young niggas I can come up with
Barely read books but they down to shoot
Live life breakin rules, they got something to prove
Parents ain't around they got nothing to lose
Wave the tool on a fool for some brand new shoes.
Little child runnin' wild in the streets,
Wanna be a G so he look up to me.
Try to hit the block and make a name,
Claim he caught a body now he got it and he feeling all the same,
Till the family of the victim come knockin
Millin through the corners of the ghetto till they shot him
Youth still dyin' and they claimin' I'm to blame
It's a dame shame cause
I don't wanna be another nigga,
Tell the government,
I don't wanna be another nigga,
Tell htem white folk,
I don't wanna be another nigga,
Tell them black folk,
I don't wanna be another nigga.
Tell the world
I don't wanna be another nigga,
Always tryna sell you something,
Don't really know the shit, but tryna tell you something
Tap dance if you want him to
Coulda fed the hungry but he bought them jewels.
Won't ever look back cause he gotta keep movin'
Even if he leave his own people bamboozled
Takin' credit like he did it by himself
Too much pride to realize that he really had help
Always judge a man by his wealth
He ain't me so he can't feel how I felt,
He saw me walkin' and he ain't look back, too scared
We make eye contact
So he can he didn't see me when he drove by,
And I could say he didn't see me and it's alright,
He just want the fame from the game, it's a shame.
I bet he think I'm just another nigga.
Tell the government,
I don't wanna be another nigga,
Tell them white folk,
I don't wanna be another nigga,
Tell them black folk,
I don't wanna be another nigga.
Tell the world
Time to rest yo eyes now I guess
You been runnin' all day
You've been do for some rest
Just ain't no need to strain in yo brain any longer
It's cool to dream those dream that made you strong
Kept you fresh and on your toes
Forever EQing the highs and lows
Now won't you chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga [x4]
I know you hear this train comin',
Rumblin' down the track
Don't miss out on this pimpin' shawty,
It ain't comin' back
I'm steam rollin', no controllin' while I'm whippin'
Smoke, stackin' still crackin' while I'm switchin'... gears
It makes it hard to hear with 15s in the caboose
I'm more southern than Norfolk, bitch that's why they love what I do
Caution... Danger
When I'm on my shit, there ain't no slowin' down
Pickin' up the loners that's horny whenever I'm in town
Yellow-bellies, them Cocoa Browns
They love to give me that
Choo-choo choo-choo sound
I toot my horn to all them haters mumblin'
'Cause I know they hear that train comin'
{Yeaaaaahhh bitch!}
I know you hear this train comin'... Ahaaa!
You know you want to ride on my locomotive
And I'll beat [?] the brakes off the train 'til you can't control it
Now won't you chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga [x4]
I know you hear this train comin'
You best grab your bags
Don't worry 'bout your partners and them, just bring yo' ass
Now let me break it down... before we go
Don't hold back what the good Lord gave you...
Let it show
Now all aboard for all of those that claim they down to get it
I advise you to exit right now if you ain't down with it
Really I'm just tryna free yo' mind from it's prison
I'll show you how to get off if you just listen
You'll never want to leave here if you just visit
Plus ain't no more cars comin' and time is tickin'
Yo' homegirl just aite... I'm kinda picky
But you a boomin' business
I hope she got a ticket
I know you hear this train comin'
{Yeaaaaahhh bitch!}
I know you hear this train comin'... Ahaaa!
You know you want to ride on my locomotive
And I'll beat [?] the brakes off the train 'til you can't control it
Now won't you chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga [x4]
[Intro - Talking]
An A&R; once told me "you can determine the worth of a song within 15 seconds of it playing"
With complete n utter lack of the fact that it takes takes all 3 minutes and 40seconds of a song
to comprehend what I'm sayin'
It aint a single if it don't fly
It aint a hit if it don't ride
Now he couldn't tell me the components of a smash but the ringtones were their alltime high
And a rappers only as big as his chain, the flashier the better
[Chorus]
They say money make the World go round
You never lost til you lose your crown
And they don't love you till you're on the ground
Or when you're maxing out your bank account
Yeah, you do it all just to live the life
Even if it means you don't live it right
And even if it means you don't survive the night
But if even if you do you won't survive the hype
Of an American rapstar
[Big K.R.I.T - Verse 1]
Push it to the limit just to get up high
With a wood grain kitted?
Ride around town like I never lived in it
Gun in my dash, pray I never kill with it
I'm that real with it
Got my eyes on the prize
Bills still due, muthaf-ck 9-5
Searching for a freak that wanna f-ck once or twice
Wanna buy a bottle but I aint paid my ties
This aint no lie, I got a vision and a masterplan
To hit the block and blow up like a Taliban
I make run the plane never have to land
I make it where them lames never stand a chance
Shit, you'll never know what the time'll tell
And see the star or find the scale?
We be buying or you tryna sell
You either fall or you grind the rails
[Chorus]
[Big K.R.I.T - Verse 2]
So watch me get it how I live
Waiting on my momma, screaming f-ck how they feel
Dodging jail cells and them pigs down in ?
They shot Oscar Grant swear it gave a n-gga chills
Lets keep it real, if you aint looking keep your eyes closed
Will I pay what I owe, only God knows
I aint for show, give me strength just to change what I can't
And understand the difference between a n-gga and the King that I am
Gotta keep ya finger on the trigger
Pac died, Biggie died, they aint found a killer
Momma say she worried 'cause I rap about the Government
And how the Church caked other people out there struggling (its real though)
I just call it how it is foe
I'm breathing for a reason, what you here for?
They got us with the villains who a chill for?
Cause they murdered all the heroes
[Hook:]
They said it couldn't be forever
Wouldn't be forever
The grain ain't enough
Ya gotta mix it with the leather
Your grind ain't enough
Ya gotta mix it with the hate
When it's all over watch what I say
4eva n a day, day, day, day, day, day
4eva n a day, day, day, day, day, day
4eva n a day, day, day, day, day, day
4eva n a day, watch what I say
4eva n a day
[Verse 1:]
My momma say what's up bitch, how ya feel
I dedicate this to them haters that's in my grill
Them doubters and them non believers that said I
wouldn't
And them A&Rs; when I spit them bars that said I
couldn't
And them bougie broads that wasn't fuckin' when I was
broke
Now they squeeze by to the V-I so I can jump down they
throat
I put it on the line and do what I love and above all
have hope
If it was meant for me and it was meant to be
Then it'll pay off like it's s'posed
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
They tryin' to say that I switched up
But most of them niggas done bitched up
If you ain't bout your own people
What you gon' raise your fists for?
Old school with them Kickers
Like karate feet, my money stretch like pilates be
If you never been to the top it's something that you
gotta see
Somewhere that you gotta be
I never dealt with the lames
Knock on wood but I'm hella good in this candy paint
No time to waste, keep my pace, forever steering
Worry about you and how you livin'
I did it big, I hurt they feelings
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I dedicate this third verse to all the candy coaters
and the slab riders
Record breakers that did mad favors when they knew no
one ever heard about us
And them playa pimps, Chevy donks that crank the thump
'til the trunk beat
Cross love from a bad broad that jump in cause she fuck
with me
In the hood sellin' CDs cause they showed love at the
Mom & Pops
'Til I sold 'em all even when my buzz was small they
still chose to cop
Fact remain that I'm still the same and I'll never
change except
Cause I ain't trippin' on mainstream cause love from
the underground, that's forever
[Intro: sample from the film "Dead Presidents"]
"Right now we'd like to bring on a young man who
believes in doing things his own way
And based on the way he kinda get next to all of the
folks who've seen him work
His way has gotta be pretty hip, so let's lay some
noise"
"They send our people to fight for this so-called
democracy
But when they get back down to the South et cetera, et
cetera
Shit is worse than ever
There is something very sick about that
Power to the people! "
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
2000 and beyond
2000 and beyond
2000 and beyond
Tricks and hoes, bitches and stripper poles
Shake it for dollar signs, let me see from behind
The ghetto's a fairy tale, pimps and jezebels
Dealers with chrome rims with product for you to sell
Chemistry in the kitchen, alleys with rubbers in it
Tires go round and round, windows heavy tinted
Kush is scented inside
Pull me over, now they talking bout a canine ("Code 6")
Black man face down, damn
Charge it to the game
Bums warm they 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
Pass the collection plate
Niggas thought shit was gon' change on election day
Healthcare, H1N1 nasal spray
Got me scared to hit the block
Wear my flag as a mask, tote a Glock
In 2000 and beyond
In 2000 and beyond
In 2000 and beyond
[Interlude: sample from the film "Dead Presidents"]
"To tell you the truth, I'm not sure I even want any of
this dirty money"
"Well, I'll tell you what Reverend
We'll find something to do with your share"
"No, no-no-no-no, I'll take the money
I'm sure the Lord will find another way for me to do my
penance"
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Poor folk scrape dollars, spend the last
Of they income tax on Impalas with the SS
Church give awards, who the best dressed?
Pastor drive a Bentley, got me thinking I was less
blessed
Cause I let a middle man
He was capping what I'm asking, I don't understand
How you fit that many rings on a helping hand?
Tired of deception
But I pay his kid's tuition cause I'm tryna get to
Heaven
Ain't it crazy? Scared to have a baby
How can I protect it from the same streets that made
Concrete gladiator, bloodshed overflow
Real life, some places Russell Crowe would never go
Pimp tight flossing, look at what it cost me
Peace of mind, no sleep, late night tossing and turning
Waiting on the end, pray to God, forgive me for my sins
In 2000 and beyond
In 2000 and beyond
In 2000 and beyond
[Interlude: sample from the film "Dead Presidents"]
"You know how I survive?
Cause I don't think about the world, that shit don't
exist to me
I don't give a fuck about anything or anyone in it
Because the minute I do, I'm a dead man out here
And you remember that shit"
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
As a child I was cold with a chip on my shoulders
Grandma told me be careful cause there's sharks in the
water
They will kill you, let the Good Lord steer you
Don't worry bout the government, cause baby they don't
feel you
Martin Luther King had a dream, we was right there
I wonder what he saw when he up and had nightmares
Quite scared, all the work he had done
Couldn't stop what we've become
In 2000 and beyond
In 2000 and beyond
[Outro: sample from the film "Dead Presidents"]
"Ain't nothing I say gon' get me out of this
But things were getting bad for me, and
[Hook:]
Like it was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch
Big money, subwoofer reignin savage
It was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch
MC 24 crawling through the traffic
It was 1986, yeah I'm back bitch
Rolling clean, hella screen, digi-dashed it
It was 1986, coldest year ever
Mama coulda cut me out the womb but she knew better
[Verse 1:]
Digi my dash, this for the playas
That got them some golds and copped them some gators
Fresh than a motherfucker I knew what it took
The thing that I'm givin' you couldn't get out a book
Now don't be trickin' no hoes, don't be lendin' your
ride
And if you fuck, wear a rubber cause they burnin'
inside
If it don't pay what ya askin' then you wastin' yo time
If you can't get you no old school don't go fuckin'
with mine
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Watchin' for jackers, scopin' for law
They go to hatin' when I'm basin' cause I swang and I
crawl
Scrapin the wall, rubbin' the curb
A chef with the whippin', my trunk shaken and stirred
I got a fetish for Chevys, a itch for the dollar
On the hunt for a freak, down to fuck if she swallow
I be poppin' my collar til I'm dead in a tomb
Hell, I been poppin' my collar since I fell out the
womb
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
It feels good to have it
Knowing that I did what I could
It feels good to have it
I put the leather on top of the wood
It feels good to have it
I rode chrome all around my streets
It feels good to have it
To see it, to need it, to grab it
Feels good to have it
