Let's create
Nah not yet
I'm ready to create now
Naah not yet, hold on
No, let's create now
Aight
Let's just take our time
Pretend like we started this
Pretend like we are creation
Pretend like it's all on us to be perfect
How about, let's just be perfect
And let us not pretend that we ain't made in God's images
Let's make good on these promises and be perfect
How about let's be perfect
These hands of mine can hold the weight of planets
Allow me to use the hues of lunar cools to paint a canvas
Of explosions and vibrant emotions that we know we could
Explore the outer most with no risks
Even though we know we should
You are the ocean, I am a mountain
When a piece of me falls off in you there's no way of countin'
The days and times another you and me will arrive
But watch it grow to reach the sky
Emoted to be like you and I
I hope it has your glowing eyes
The light, the dark, I won't refuse it love
Instead I'll give it heart
Probably the same color as Mars
Was shining, blinding stars
To the fathers afar
Until it reaches God
Let's just take our time
Pretend like we started this
Pretend like we are creation
Pretend like it's all on us to be perfect
How about, let's just be perfect
And let us not pretend that we ain't made in God's images
Let's make good on these promises and be perfect
How about let's be perfect
I know what this means
You are all my sins
On this back seat car
Do it big, do me baby
I know what this means
You wanna be a star
Won't you Shake it for me, shake it for me baby
Do it like you love me, do it like you love me
Do it like you love me, do it like you love me
Oooh do it like you love me, do it like you love me
Baby, baby, baby
Let's just take our time
Pretend like we started this
Pretend like we are creation
Pretend like it's all on us to be perfect
How about, let's just be perfect
And let us not pretend that we ain't made in God's images
Let's make good on these promises and be perfect
How about let's be perfect
So what should we call it?
Cadillactica
Cadillactica?
Cadillactica
Big KRIT - Cadillactica Album Lyrics
Big KRIT - Cadillactica Lyrics
Writer: JUSTIN LEWIS SCOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Life
[Verse 1:]
Transmission I miss my mark day one
I was so close to the sun, I burnt the top off my roof
I travelled a million miles to uncover what most would doubt
Although I believe in God, I need proof
I'm itching for conversation, answer if you can hear
Where you lost amongst shining stars?
Life can seem oh so clear, death can seem oh so near
Dodging these comets, I promise my baby I be back if I loose cons
Tell her I love her, I miss her
I keep her picture upon my dash
And I wish her the best of luck, that's if I crash
I saw a few flash just the other day while I was making haste
Could be reaching, but I found a beacon attention base
I get paranoid swerving around these asteroids
Lord forbid I have to abort my mission
But it gets hard when you searching in the dark
For that one and only spark
I think I see what's missing
[Hook x2:]
I found life
I found life
I found life upon this planet
Damnit, I've been damaged
But I I can manage
I won't take this for granted, life
[Verse 2:]
I found life, in the darkest of times
How can I describe what's God's design
With these faulty eyes that often lie
Stars shine bright but they often die
I'm asking for permission to perceive
I'm closer than I've ever been
I probably shouldn't leave
I probably should record some of the things that I perceive
To be more sublime and divine than you and me
[Hook x2]
Transmission I miss my mark day one
I was so close to the sun, I burnt the top off my roof
I travelled a million miles to uncover what most would doubt
Although I believe in God, I need proof
I'm itching for conversation, answer if you can hear
Where you lost amongst shining stars?
Life can seem oh so clear, death can seem oh so near
Dodging these comets, I promise my baby I be back if I loose cons
Tell her I love her, I miss her
I keep her picture upon my dash
And I wish her the best of luck, that's if I crash
I saw a few flash just the other day while I was making haste
Could be reaching, but I found a beacon attention base
I get paranoid swerving around these asteroids
Lord forbid I have to abort my mission
But it gets hard when you searching in the dark
For that one and only spark
I think I see what's missing
[Hook x2:]
I found life
I found life
I found life upon this planet
Damnit, I've been damaged
But I I can manage
I won't take this for granted, life
[Verse 2:]
I found life, in the darkest of times
How can I describe what's God's design
With these faulty eyes that often lie
Stars shine bright but they often die
I'm asking for permission to perceive
I'm closer than I've ever been
I probably shouldn't leave
I probably should record some of the things that I perceive
To be more sublime and divine than you and me
[Hook x2]
Writer: JUSTIN LEWIS SCOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
My Sub Pt. 3 (Big Bang)
Two fifteens, fifteens
Two fifteens, fifteens
I got two fifteens, fifteens
Two fifteens and I'm knockin' on these ho
Big bang ho, big bang ho
Big bang ho, I got two fifteens
Big bang ho, big bang ho
Big bang ho, I got two fifteens
This is how it all started way back
First the boomin' voice then the bass crack, 808
And that's when we first started fire
Cause the speakers wasn't grounded and he fried all the wires
But he thought about the thump from the jump
Took it out the bat cave and he threw it in the trunk
And that's evolution for you peeps
Like this is how I'm supposed to get freaks, 808
Hoes can't twerk to the high hat, never
Cranking up the knob till he broke off the lever
Subbin' on these hoes, give a f*ck about the treble
He could barely feel his face but he hit 'em with the bass like
Two fifteens, fifteens
Two fifteens, fifteens
I got two fifteens, fifteens
Two fifteens and I'm knockin' on these ho
Big bang ho, big bang ho
Big bang ho, I got two fifteens
Big bang ho, big bang ho
Big bang ho, I got two fifteen
Now this is how it all started way back
Your neighbor, neighbor, neighbor, neighbor's hate that
Basin' through my city like a junkie beat
With my trunk talking to you, bitch you better speak
Pull up t the club and I kill shit
Bitch you gotta be dead not to feel this, 808
My cousin passes out and turns to me
Like this is how you're supposed to get freaks
Hoes can't twerk to the high hat, never
Cranking up the knob till he broke off the lever
Subbin' on these hoes, give a f*ck about the treble
I could barely feel his face but he hit 'em with the bass like
Two fifteens, fifteens
Two fifteens, fifteens
I got two fifteens, fifteens
Two fifteens and I'm knockin' on these ho
Big bang ho, big bang ho
Big bang ho, I got two fifteens
Big bang ho, big bang ho
Big bang ho, I got two fifteen
No this ain't you're ordinary subwoofer no
Knocking down the pictures off the wall
I keep it crackin' in my trunk
Destroy your whole hood with that thump
That's if you want it like that player
Vibrate in my crooked all the way to Himalayas
Pandora box and custom made it
Sonic boom and Jackson stated
My trunk not like Jehovah Witness
I made it like haters, had to play it
It's a really good f*ckin' speaker do I have to say it?
It took me a year and some change just to calibrate it
Ain't nobody gonna stop this sub that I got in my trunk today
Crank it to the max till the windows start to crank
And the f*ck boy laws give chase
Man hol' up I've been bassin' since bass been bass
The knob keep breaking and the swangers keep scraping
With these two fifteens wrecking shop all day
I'm bound to wake the block always
Big bang
Two fifteens, fifteens
I got two fifteens, fifteens
Two fifteens and I'm knockin' on these ho
Big bang ho, big bang ho
Big bang ho, I got two fifteens
Big bang ho, big bang ho
Big bang ho, I got two fifteens
This is how it all started way back
First the boomin' voice then the bass crack, 808
And that's when we first started fire
Cause the speakers wasn't grounded and he fried all the wires
But he thought about the thump from the jump
Took it out the bat cave and he threw it in the trunk
And that's evolution for you peeps
Like this is how I'm supposed to get freaks, 808
Hoes can't twerk to the high hat, never
Cranking up the knob till he broke off the lever
Subbin' on these hoes, give a f*ck about the treble
He could barely feel his face but he hit 'em with the bass like
Two fifteens, fifteens
Two fifteens, fifteens
I got two fifteens, fifteens
Two fifteens and I'm knockin' on these ho
Big bang ho, big bang ho
Big bang ho, I got two fifteens
Big bang ho, big bang ho
Big bang ho, I got two fifteen
Now this is how it all started way back
Your neighbor, neighbor, neighbor, neighbor's hate that
Basin' through my city like a junkie beat
With my trunk talking to you, bitch you better speak
Pull up t the club and I kill shit
Bitch you gotta be dead not to feel this, 808
My cousin passes out and turns to me
Like this is how you're supposed to get freaks
Hoes can't twerk to the high hat, never
Cranking up the knob till he broke off the lever
Subbin' on these hoes, give a f*ck about the treble
I could barely feel his face but he hit 'em with the bass like
Two fifteens, fifteens
Two fifteens, fifteens
I got two fifteens, fifteens
Two fifteens and I'm knockin' on these ho
Big bang ho, big bang ho
Big bang ho, I got two fifteens
Big bang ho, big bang ho
Big bang ho, I got two fifteen
No this ain't you're ordinary subwoofer no
Knocking down the pictures off the wall
I keep it crackin' in my trunk
Destroy your whole hood with that thump
That's if you want it like that player
Vibrate in my crooked all the way to Himalayas
Pandora box and custom made it
Sonic boom and Jackson stated
My trunk not like Jehovah Witness
I made it like haters, had to play it
It's a really good f*ckin' speaker do I have to say it?
It took me a year and some change just to calibrate it
Ain't nobody gonna stop this sub that I got in my trunk today
Crank it to the max till the windows start to crank
And the f*ck boy laws give chase
Man hol' up I've been bassin' since bass been bass
The knob keep breaking and the swangers keep scraping
With these two fifteens wrecking shop all day
I'm bound to wake the block always
Big bang
Writer: JUSTIN LEWIS SCOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Cadillactica
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
Uh, what you think a real nigga rap for?
So I can roll around in a Rav 4? Never that
Cadillac pimped out, fish bowl, true vo
Fifteens, but I had to go and get two mo
Whassup, get buck, shake junt killa
DJ booth with the pole in the middle
For the attitude, a bitch
See how far these gets
Pour up, the show up, the focus
The doors ain't typical when they get open, hol' up
You ain't never been sky high
Swear I coulda died when I hopped out my ride
Like four-five times, no parachute
Bungee jump for the loot
Hock a loogie off the roof, what I feel like
Porn on the screen, two hoes on the scene tongue kissin'
You would think my whip dyke
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, too early for the hook
Now shoot off with sawed-off for the bass and the trunk
That keep a nigga shook
Careful no crook, tell a bitch look
How I work the wheel and the crisis
Police behind us my index was grinding her pussy like
I think I'm nicest of all (all, all, all)
That's the way I feel, bitch! Crawl (crawl, crawl, crawl)
Why you showing your grill, bitch? (all, all, all)
Uh, I'm way outta here, don't get lost
I come in peace from somewhere unique
Have no fear, uh
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
(F*ck yo' whip, nigga)
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
(I took yo' bitch, nigga)
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
(F*ck yo' whip, nigga)
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
(I took yo' bitch, nigga)
Uh, what you think a real nigga rap for?
So I can roll around with a nympho? Yessir
Twenty five lighters on my dresser, the best of
Versace, Versace, Versace, my bezel
The bass and the treble will feel, ho
Komodo with the photo when creeping I'm, slow
I pull up on the high side, God give me high five
Every time I hop out, thank you Lawd
Jesus please, don't let the jackers take what's mine
Didn't have black out reach in the dash of the Lac for "the act right"
'Cause a nigga act like I'ma just back down
And I'ma put some when you told bitch on these hoes bitch
I through the back out the trunk with the fifth wheel slump
It's some neon that's red, that's my old shit
But this some cold shit
That my granddaddy wish he could've drove when he passed out
Swinging on in a Chevy, I bring a ho down like a liver
When I slab 'round in this glass house
See, in the end it was easy pimpin' 'fore you even finished
When a trick trippin' you ain't need her with it
Shooting outside the Lac trying to ease in it
'Cause she might fall, fall, fall, fall, fall
Shit ain't really that high, bitch (crawl, crawl, crawl, crawl, crawl)
Why you showing your grill, bitch? (off, off, off, off, off)
Uh, I'm way outta here, don't get lost
I come in peace for someone unique
Have no fear, uh!
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
(F*ck yo' whip, nigga)
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
(I took yo' bitch, nigga)
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
(F*ck yo' whip, nigga)
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
(I took yo' bitch, nigga)
Slabbin round, my windows down, you hear the sound
That sonic boom, that ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bass
That shake your baby momma crib
Pardon me if I phone home four thousand miles away from where you at
If you ain't holdin back I can take your whip
C-A-D-I-Double L-A-C-T-I-C-A
C-A-D-I-Double L-A-C-T-I-C-A
C-A-D-I-Double L-A-C-T-I-C-A
C-A-D-I-Double L-A-C-T-I-C-A , K-R-I-T Forever
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
Uh, what you think a real nigga rap for?
So I can roll around in a Rav 4? Never that
Cadillac pimped out, fish bowl, true vo
Fifteens, but I had to go and get two mo
Whassup, get buck, shake junt killa
DJ booth with the pole in the middle
For the attitude, a bitch
See how far these gets
Pour up, the show up, the focus
The doors ain't typical when they get open, hol' up
You ain't never been sky high
Swear I coulda died when I hopped out my ride
Like four-five times, no parachute
Bungee jump for the loot
Hock a loogie off the roof, what I feel like
Porn on the screen, two hoes on the scene tongue kissin'
You would think my whip dyke
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, too early for the hook
Now shoot off with sawed-off for the bass and the trunk
That keep a nigga shook
Careful no crook, tell a bitch look
How I work the wheel and the crisis
Police behind us my index was grinding her pussy like
I think I'm nicest of all (all, all, all)
That's the way I feel, bitch! Crawl (crawl, crawl, crawl)
Why you showing your grill, bitch? (all, all, all)
Uh, I'm way outta here, don't get lost
I come in peace from somewhere unique
Have no fear, uh
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
(F*ck yo' whip, nigga)
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
(I took yo' bitch, nigga)
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
(F*ck yo' whip, nigga)
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
(I took yo' bitch, nigga)
Uh, what you think a real nigga rap for?
So I can roll around with a nympho? Yessir
Twenty five lighters on my dresser, the best of
Versace, Versace, Versace, my bezel
The bass and the treble will feel, ho
Komodo with the photo when creeping I'm, slow
I pull up on the high side, God give me high five
Every time I hop out, thank you Lawd
Jesus please, don't let the jackers take what's mine
Didn't have black out reach in the dash of the Lac for "the act right"
'Cause a nigga act like I'ma just back down
And I'ma put some when you told bitch on these hoes bitch
I through the back out the trunk with the fifth wheel slump
It's some neon that's red, that's my old shit
But this some cold shit
That my granddaddy wish he could've drove when he passed out
Swinging on in a Chevy, I bring a ho down like a liver
When I slab 'round in this glass house
See, in the end it was easy pimpin' 'fore you even finished
When a trick trippin' you ain't need her with it
Shooting outside the Lac trying to ease in it
'Cause she might fall, fall, fall, fall, fall
Shit ain't really that high, bitch (crawl, crawl, crawl, crawl, crawl)
Why you showing your grill, bitch? (off, off, off, off, off)
Uh, I'm way outta here, don't get lost
I come in peace for someone unique
Have no fear, uh!
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
(F*ck yo' whip, nigga)
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
(I took yo' bitch, nigga)
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
(F*ck yo' whip, nigga)
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac, lac
(I took yo' bitch, nigga)
Slabbin round, my windows down, you hear the sound
That sonic boom, that ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bass
That shake your baby momma crib
Pardon me if I phone home four thousand miles away from where you at
If you ain't holdin back I can take your whip
C-A-D-I-Double L-A-C-T-I-C-A
C-A-D-I-Double L-A-C-T-I-C-A
C-A-D-I-Double L-A-C-T-I-C-A
C-A-D-I-Double L-A-C-T-I-C-A , K-R-I-T Forever
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Soul Food
What happened to the soul food?
What happened to the soul food?
I'm talkin' good eatin', good seasonin'
Out here in this world, (mind oh mind oh mind) just tryna make it (mind oh mind)
Everything I see (mind oh mind oh mind), sometimes I can't take it (mind oh mind)
But damn I really miss those times (mind oh mind oh mind)
(Mind oh mind) That soul food's on my mind (mind oh mind oh mind)
Mind, mind, mind
Grandma's hands used to usher Sunday mornings
Now before Sunday school, I hustle and I'm on it
I can't slow down, nah, a dollar and a dream
In this life you live, you're either the dealer or the fiend
Leanin' horizontal
The acrobats on the corner, they flip
So when them white vans pull up, Shawty, we dip
Out of view, could've been a track star at the school
But it took the police just to get that .44 out of you
Dash, sprint, hurdle, over those steel gates
They keep us in and keep folk out but we don't feel safe
As we used to back when we was in a booster
Watchin' our uncles drink coolers, talkin' pound-for-pound bruisers
Over rib bones
Now I sideways tote
How did Bobby Johnson hold it?
Pull the trigger 'til the clip gone
Potato tip, no potato salad
That American pie ain't even snappin'
Out here in this world, (mind oh mind oh mind) just tryna make it (mind oh mind)
Everything I see (mind oh mind oh mind), sometimes I can't take it (mind oh mind)
But damn I really miss those times (mind oh mind oh mind)
(Mind oh mind) That soul food's on my mind (mind oh mind oh mind)
Mind, mind, mind
Aromas on the corner, these the soul, they say
Some greens just can't be cleaned and you can't wash out the taste
Of rotten roots
Salted looks and herbs if it ain't made with love then it ain't fit to serve, I heard
Some get bruised and battered
Thrown away half eaten as if their seeds never ever mattered
It ain't ripe, it ain't right
That's why most people don't make love no more
They just f*ck and they fight
What happened to the stay-togethers?
Die with you, and that means forever
Grandparents had that kind of bond
But now we on some other shit
Nah, we ain't got no rubbers here
I know she creepin' so that ain't my son
Apples fall off of trees and roll down hills
We can't play games no more 'cause we got bills
Back in the day, the yard was oh so filled
Now nobody comes around here
Out here in this world, (mind oh mind oh mind) just tryna make it (mind oh mind)
Everything I see (mind oh mind oh mind), sometimes I can't take it (mind oh mind)
But damn I really miss those times (mind oh mind oh mind)
(Mind oh mind) That soul food's on my mind (mind oh mind oh mind)
Mind, mind, mind
(Never thought it'd be, no soul food on my plate
We gather 'round and lie, bow our heads and pray and I)
I still remember, the family parties
The happy faces, no broken hearts
Nobody starvin', but all that there is old news
What happened to the soul food?
Out here in this world, (mind oh mind oh mind) just tryna make it (mind oh mind)
Everything I see (mind oh mind oh mind), sometimes I can't take it (mind oh mind)
But damn I really miss those times (mind oh mind oh mind)
(Mind oh mind) That soul food's on my mind (mind oh mind oh mind)
Mind, mind, mind
What happened to the soul food?
I'm talkin' good eatin', good seasonin'
Out here in this world, (mind oh mind oh mind) just tryna make it (mind oh mind)
Everything I see (mind oh mind oh mind), sometimes I can't take it (mind oh mind)
But damn I really miss those times (mind oh mind oh mind)
(Mind oh mind) That soul food's on my mind (mind oh mind oh mind)
Mind, mind, mind
Grandma's hands used to usher Sunday mornings
Now before Sunday school, I hustle and I'm on it
I can't slow down, nah, a dollar and a dream
In this life you live, you're either the dealer or the fiend
Leanin' horizontal
The acrobats on the corner, they flip
So when them white vans pull up, Shawty, we dip
Out of view, could've been a track star at the school
But it took the police just to get that .44 out of you
Dash, sprint, hurdle, over those steel gates
They keep us in and keep folk out but we don't feel safe
As we used to back when we was in a booster
Watchin' our uncles drink coolers, talkin' pound-for-pound bruisers
Over rib bones
Now I sideways tote
How did Bobby Johnson hold it?
Pull the trigger 'til the clip gone
Potato tip, no potato salad
That American pie ain't even snappin'
Out here in this world, (mind oh mind oh mind) just tryna make it (mind oh mind)
Everything I see (mind oh mind oh mind), sometimes I can't take it (mind oh mind)
But damn I really miss those times (mind oh mind oh mind)
(Mind oh mind) That soul food's on my mind (mind oh mind oh mind)
Mind, mind, mind
Aromas on the corner, these the soul, they say
Some greens just can't be cleaned and you can't wash out the taste
Of rotten roots
Salted looks and herbs if it ain't made with love then it ain't fit to serve, I heard
Some get bruised and battered
Thrown away half eaten as if their seeds never ever mattered
It ain't ripe, it ain't right
That's why most people don't make love no more
They just f*ck and they fight
What happened to the stay-togethers?
Die with you, and that means forever
Grandparents had that kind of bond
But now we on some other shit
Nah, we ain't got no rubbers here
I know she creepin' so that ain't my son
Apples fall off of trees and roll down hills
We can't play games no more 'cause we got bills
Back in the day, the yard was oh so filled
Now nobody comes around here
Out here in this world, (mind oh mind oh mind) just tryna make it (mind oh mind)
Everything I see (mind oh mind oh mind), sometimes I can't take it (mind oh mind)
But damn I really miss those times (mind oh mind oh mind)
(Mind oh mind) That soul food's on my mind (mind oh mind oh mind)
Mind, mind, mind
(Never thought it'd be, no soul food on my plate
We gather 'round and lie, bow our heads and pray and I)
I still remember, the family parties
The happy faces, no broken hearts
Nobody starvin', but all that there is old news
What happened to the soul food?
Out here in this world, (mind oh mind oh mind) just tryna make it (mind oh mind)
Everything I see (mind oh mind oh mind), sometimes I can't take it (mind oh mind)
But damn I really miss those times (mind oh mind oh mind)
(Mind oh mind) That soul food's on my mind (mind oh mind oh mind)
Mind, mind, mind
Writer: JUSTIN LEWIS SCOTT, MYARIAH NIKOLE SUMMERS, RAPHAEL SAADIQ
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Pay Attention
[Bridge - Rico Love:]
Came in with all this money
I know that they all want it
But you're the one who gets it
Should've paid more attention
[Hook - Rico Love:]
I should be paying more attention to you
I should be paying more attention to you
I should be paying more attention to you
I should be paying more attention to you
[Verse 1 - Big K.R.I.T.:]
Shit, smoke and mirrors, dollar bills
Flexin' for no reason, get it how you live
Crack a seal, bottle poppin' on another level
Red light special, she ain't selfish, workin' with no discretion
Twistin', turnin', my mind blown and her mind gone
She slow rollin', ain't no ho in her time zone
Face right, stage lights turn her out
Act like she the only one in here
That can twerk for real and that's without a doubt
Like damn, DJ, run that back
I think that was her song and she don't know how to act
Like damn, all night, I been with it
All night she been gettin' it, all night she been winnin'
[Hook]
[Interlude (Over Hook) - Big K.R.I.T.:]
All this money being thrown
All these lights shinin'
Don't none of that shit outshine you
Ya already know, let go
[Hook 2 - Big K.R.I.T.:]
Toot it up, turn ya out
Show out when you show up
Show out when you show up
Show out when you show up
Toot it up, turn ya out
Show out when you show up
Show out when you show up
Show out when you show up
[Verse 2 - Big K.R.I.T.:]
(Came in with all this money)
And everybody know it, chain still glowin'
Kick it with my folk that ain't been here before
Thought I seen everything I can see on the low
Wish I seen from the door that you the best of the best
Make a broke motherf*cker thumb through a check
I ain't really trippin' on ya homegirl, she was in her own world
Shawty, I'm just hopin' you next to show up and show out
Ya make it hard for me just to roll up and roll out
To be honest
You the type of chick a nigga search for when he have to go out
Spotlight, night life, live in V.I. every weekend
I ain't trippin' on a busta that really ain't nothin'
I'm hopin' you down for the creepin'
Like damn, super throwed, kill the pole
The whole club had to show you love the way you toot it up and get it off the floor
Like damn, tell me you know you the greatest
Ain't a chick in the V.I.P. that can shine like this, baby girl, you know you made it
[Hook + Interlude]
[Hook 2]
[Bridge]
[Interlude 2 (Over Bridge & Hook) - Big K.R.I.T.:]
I ain't trippin' on this shit I got right here
Just tryna make it happen in the club, ya feel me?
But you the baddest chick in this motherf*cker
I was slippin' but I'm here now, what happening?
Let go, let go, let go, let go
[Hook + Hook 2]
[Hook]
Came in with all this money
I know that they all want it
But you're the one who gets it
Should've paid more attention
[Hook - Rico Love:]
I should be paying more attention to you
I should be paying more attention to you
I should be paying more attention to you
I should be paying more attention to you
[Verse 1 - Big K.R.I.T.:]
Shit, smoke and mirrors, dollar bills
Flexin' for no reason, get it how you live
Crack a seal, bottle poppin' on another level
Red light special, she ain't selfish, workin' with no discretion
Twistin', turnin', my mind blown and her mind gone
She slow rollin', ain't no ho in her time zone
Face right, stage lights turn her out
Act like she the only one in here
That can twerk for real and that's without a doubt
Like damn, DJ, run that back
I think that was her song and she don't know how to act
Like damn, all night, I been with it
All night she been gettin' it, all night she been winnin'
[Hook]
[Interlude (Over Hook) - Big K.R.I.T.:]
All this money being thrown
All these lights shinin'
Don't none of that shit outshine you
Ya already know, let go
[Hook 2 - Big K.R.I.T.:]
Toot it up, turn ya out
Show out when you show up
Show out when you show up
Show out when you show up
Toot it up, turn ya out
Show out when you show up
Show out when you show up
Show out when you show up
[Verse 2 - Big K.R.I.T.:]
(Came in with all this money)
And everybody know it, chain still glowin'
Kick it with my folk that ain't been here before
Thought I seen everything I can see on the low
Wish I seen from the door that you the best of the best
Make a broke motherf*cker thumb through a check
I ain't really trippin' on ya homegirl, she was in her own world
Shawty, I'm just hopin' you next to show up and show out
Ya make it hard for me just to roll up and roll out
To be honest
You the type of chick a nigga search for when he have to go out
Spotlight, night life, live in V.I. every weekend
I ain't trippin' on a busta that really ain't nothin'
I'm hopin' you down for the creepin'
Like damn, super throwed, kill the pole
The whole club had to show you love the way you toot it up and get it off the floor
Like damn, tell me you know you the greatest
Ain't a chick in the V.I.P. that can shine like this, baby girl, you know you made it
[Hook + Interlude]
[Hook 2]
[Bridge]
[Interlude 2 (Over Bridge & Hook) - Big K.R.I.T.:]
I ain't trippin' on this shit I got right here
Just tryna make it happen in the club, ya feel me?
But you the baddest chick in this motherf*cker
I was slippin' but I'm here now, what happening?
Let go, let go, let go, let go
[Hook + Hook 2]
[Hook]
Writer: Isaac John De Boni, James Gregory Scheffer, Justin Lewis Scott, Michael Burman, Michael John Mule, Rico Love
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
King Of The South
[Hook:]
Grew up on the country side of town
Now I'm ballin' under city lights
Grew up on the country side of town
Now I'm ballin' under city lights
King of the south, king of the south, king of the south
King of the south, king of the south, king of the south
Grew up on the country side of town
[Verse 1:]
M-I crooked my nigga
Do it for the south, ya'll know
Born and raised where the rebel flag hang from the slaves
Grew up where ya'll niggas won't go
Rep that, rep that shit like I own it
I did it big for my fam and my homies
I got the biggest house on my block, foreign with the drop
For the times I was out here homeless, God flow
Time and time again I tried to tell these niggas
Yo what I say to these niggas?
[?] on tap dance, do whatever for a sack
Give a lap dance bitch ass nigga
[?] flow coke up
25 lighters on my dresser, ain't shit changed
Rollin' in the [?]
So clean you think might I been selling cocaine
Light at the end of the tunnel
When you're flexin' it's hard to be humble
Talkin' fourth down, can't throw the ball to Def Jam
Cause they might fumble
Kick that south flow that you can't get
Try to f*ck the world but my dick won't fit
My bitch like "KRIT, motherf*ck they feelings
You wanna be king, gotta claim that shit"
I'm talkin' 'bout off with they heads
When you put on a mink, gotta creep down stairs
When you come from the country
Your feet on the snakes would will make clothes out of bails
I ain't playin' no games
I leave with the future, you follow these lames
I embody the South, the swing, the grain
The trunk with the bang, the gold in their mouth
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Ain't no love in the coliseum
This shit here been a bloodsport
Keep what you kill, f*ck if they live
Cause everybody out here cutthroat
I've been quietly waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my belly was achin'
Everybody wanna see a monster
Till they see the monster, the monster holla out, "What's shakin'?"
I know what you thinking, this nigga shit, must not be stankin'
He must not know better at all
Titans collide on the Zeus to survive
If not me bitch, who the f*ck you gone call?
To rain from the mountain tops
Still blood stains on the leaves
I don't do it for the blog spot comment box, I do it for the OGs
And them country folk that can't talk that shit
This ain't your curb, don't walk that bitch
This ain't your porch, so keep off that shit
Go find a cliff and jump off that bitch
If you don't think that I'm king
I done proved them wrong like twice, can't stop my fight
I could murder your favorite rapper
And all I get is "No way a Mississippi nigga really that nice!"
F*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em
I said it six times cause it's my pleasure
Say it one more time for just for good measure, f*ck em
Raised by the King that before me
Slowly crept up and still paid dues
I embody the South, the swang, the bang
The soul and the paint and the blues
[Hook]
Grew up on the country side of town
Now I'm ballin' under city lights
Grew up on the country side of town
Now I'm ballin' under city lights
King of the south, king of the south, king of the south
King of the south, king of the south, king of the south
Grew up on the country side of town
[Verse 1:]
M-I crooked my nigga
Do it for the south, ya'll know
Born and raised where the rebel flag hang from the slaves
Grew up where ya'll niggas won't go
Rep that, rep that shit like I own it
I did it big for my fam and my homies
I got the biggest house on my block, foreign with the drop
For the times I was out here homeless, God flow
Time and time again I tried to tell these niggas
Yo what I say to these niggas?
[?] on tap dance, do whatever for a sack
Give a lap dance bitch ass nigga
[?] flow coke up
25 lighters on my dresser, ain't shit changed
Rollin' in the [?]
So clean you think might I been selling cocaine
Light at the end of the tunnel
When you're flexin' it's hard to be humble
Talkin' fourth down, can't throw the ball to Def Jam
Cause they might fumble
Kick that south flow that you can't get
Try to f*ck the world but my dick won't fit
My bitch like "KRIT, motherf*ck they feelings
You wanna be king, gotta claim that shit"
I'm talkin' 'bout off with they heads
When you put on a mink, gotta creep down stairs
When you come from the country
Your feet on the snakes would will make clothes out of bails
I ain't playin' no games
I leave with the future, you follow these lames
I embody the South, the swing, the grain
The trunk with the bang, the gold in their mouth
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Ain't no love in the coliseum
This shit here been a bloodsport
Keep what you kill, f*ck if they live
Cause everybody out here cutthroat
I've been quietly waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my belly was achin'
Everybody wanna see a monster
Till they see the monster, the monster holla out, "What's shakin'?"
I know what you thinking, this nigga shit, must not be stankin'
He must not know better at all
Titans collide on the Zeus to survive
If not me bitch, who the f*ck you gone call?
To rain from the mountain tops
Still blood stains on the leaves
I don't do it for the blog spot comment box, I do it for the OGs
And them country folk that can't talk that shit
This ain't your curb, don't walk that bitch
This ain't your porch, so keep off that shit
Go find a cliff and jump off that bitch
If you don't think that I'm king
I done proved them wrong like twice, can't stop my fight
I could murder your favorite rapper
And all I get is "No way a Mississippi nigga really that nice!"
F*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em
I said it six times cause it's my pleasure
Say it one more time for just for good measure, f*ck em
Raised by the King that before me
Slowly crept up and still paid dues
I embody the South, the swang, the bang
The soul and the paint and the blues
[Hook]
Writer: JUSTIN LEWIS SCOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Mind Control
Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers
Searching for a freak that's kink and bound to let me tweak her
Mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind
M-I crooked, I was cooking up an old school
Sprinkled it with bad bitch, mixed it up with soul food
Put it on a plate with the bass and tweeters
For them haters, out here starvin', motherf*cker I could feed ya
With some game, intergalactic, outer-space for brain
Chrome wheel in the water, might just get me in the summer
It look good don't it? Throw wood on it, with the golden vogue
Love potion on my mind, my pimpin' is an antidote
Cooley High, signing booming sign, knocking butters down
Crack the curb, like my ship emerged, from the underground
One more time, for them folks that know I be shinin'
Whippin' wind and reclining, pressin' diamonds
While I'm
Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers
Searching for a freak that's kink and bound to let me tweak her
Mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind
I got (?) on my tongue, I talk slick
Catch a chick without using my hands, master (?)
Sliding in my SLAB, slapping Big KRIT
Woofers in the back, tweeters in my (?)
Push button secret stash box for my yammer
Yammer me, yes a pistol, a hammer
Blowing 50's, broccoli in the air
That's that Cali weed, I know that smell anywhere
Mind control, get in the female's head like a Tylenol
(?) yourself, be about your bread, increase your bankroll
Drink and cheefin', my and my heathens bustin' power moves
In the hood, like a mechanic, stickin' to the rims
Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers
Searching for a freak that's kink and bound to let me tweak her
Mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind
On a mission, just me and Vincent
Your bitch might just come up missin' like a (?)
Known to talk that player shit mama, that's just how I do
My old school look powder blue
We pulled up to the Papadeaux poundin'
Sat down, ordered the clam chowder
I had the lobster bisque
I'm what they talkin' 'bout if the topic is
Money, clothes, hoes, weed smoke
Take your panties off, you don't need those
Real niggas stay stuck to the G code
Never cheat, never off my feet
Never let these niggas see your weakness
If I eat then my niggas eat
Hit the weed then we hit the sheets
That be our little secret
Round and round we go
Unlock and unload
Our remote control
Her mind, her mind
Round and round we go
Unlock and unload
Our remote control
Her mind, her mind
Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers
Searching for a freak that's kink and bound to let me tweak her
Mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind
Searching for a freak that's kink and bound to let me tweak her
Mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind
M-I crooked, I was cooking up an old school
Sprinkled it with bad bitch, mixed it up with soul food
Put it on a plate with the bass and tweeters
For them haters, out here starvin', motherf*cker I could feed ya
With some game, intergalactic, outer-space for brain
Chrome wheel in the water, might just get me in the summer
It look good don't it? Throw wood on it, with the golden vogue
Love potion on my mind, my pimpin' is an antidote
Cooley High, signing booming sign, knocking butters down
Crack the curb, like my ship emerged, from the underground
One more time, for them folks that know I be shinin'
Whippin' wind and reclining, pressin' diamonds
While I'm
Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers
Searching for a freak that's kink and bound to let me tweak her
Mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind
I got (?) on my tongue, I talk slick
Catch a chick without using my hands, master (?)
Sliding in my SLAB, slapping Big KRIT
Woofers in the back, tweeters in my (?)
Push button secret stash box for my yammer
Yammer me, yes a pistol, a hammer
Blowing 50's, broccoli in the air
That's that Cali weed, I know that smell anywhere
Mind control, get in the female's head like a Tylenol
(?) yourself, be about your bread, increase your bankroll
Drink and cheefin', my and my heathens bustin' power moves
In the hood, like a mechanic, stickin' to the rims
Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers
Searching for a freak that's kink and bound to let me tweak her
Mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind
On a mission, just me and Vincent
Your bitch might just come up missin' like a (?)
Known to talk that player shit mama, that's just how I do
My old school look powder blue
We pulled up to the Papadeaux poundin'
Sat down, ordered the clam chowder
I had the lobster bisque
I'm what they talkin' 'bout if the topic is
Money, clothes, hoes, weed smoke
Take your panties off, you don't need those
Real niggas stay stuck to the G code
Never cheat, never off my feet
Never let these niggas see your weakness
If I eat then my niggas eat
Hit the weed then we hit the sheets
That be our little secret
Round and round we go
Unlock and unload
Our remote control
Her mind, her mind
Round and round we go
Unlock and unload
Our remote control
Her mind, her mind
Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers
Searching for a freak that's kink and bound to let me tweak her
Mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind
Writer: EARL STEVENS, CAMERON JIBRIL THOMAZ, JUSTIN SCOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Standby (Interlude)
It's feeling like one of those days
Dodging the sun, watching for shade
Playing the game, catching the fade
Doing what it takes to find a hole in this maze
Frankie Beverly melody meditate in the mirror for them ho laws
Tryna reach a quota so they so called
Control the atmosphere that I bogart
Good Lord, the streets ain't safe no more, I heard
From a little bird that always strolled those curbs
In the darkest alley where first come, first serve
The right time, the night time for her
But the day time's blurred
I knew this in the first grade, she was fast
I guess she never let up on the gas
Least but no least, she had me for some cash
The love of my life's now a ghost in the past
Crash landed in the worst place
I guess for some folk, everyday ain't they birthday
We ain't talkin' car if we asking mercy
You think she wanna f*ck? What if she really thirsty?
Holy water, mama daughter
I keep a shoulder
For them to cry on
Cause even the strong need someone to rely on
In these turbulent times, we got to fly on
So stand by, stand by, stand by, stand by
Dodging the sun, watching for shade
Playing the game, catching the fade
Doing what it takes to find a hole in this maze
Frankie Beverly melody meditate in the mirror for them ho laws
Tryna reach a quota so they so called
Control the atmosphere that I bogart
Good Lord, the streets ain't safe no more, I heard
From a little bird that always strolled those curbs
In the darkest alley where first come, first serve
The right time, the night time for her
But the day time's blurred
I knew this in the first grade, she was fast
I guess she never let up on the gas
Least but no least, she had me for some cash
The love of my life's now a ghost in the past
Crash landed in the worst place
I guess for some folk, everyday ain't they birthday
We ain't talkin' car if we asking mercy
You think she wanna f*ck? What if she really thirsty?
Holy water, mama daughter
I keep a shoulder
For them to cry on
Cause even the strong need someone to rely on
In these turbulent times, we got to fly on
So stand by, stand by, stand by, stand by
Writer: JUSTIN LEWIS SCOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Do You Love Me For Real
[Hook - Mara Hruby:]
Do you love me for real? Do you love me for real?
Do you love me for real? Do you love me for real?
(Said my car as I worked her wheel)
Do you love me for real? Do you love me for real?
Do you love me for real? Do you love me for real?
(Said my car as I worked her wheel)
[Verse 1 - Big KRIT:]
On the boulevard, oh my Lord
Her heels so high, she skipped the curb and ran in your yard
She's so, super fly
Crushed linen inside
This shit way too old, for me to drive
But I really don't care
She let me write her walls, in the pop up trunk
Turn her out, give her thumb
Cause she need it
And she want it
There's no denying how I feel
Cause this love feels so real
[Hook - Mara Hruby]
[Verse 2 - Big KRIT:]
Oh the boulevard, she go hard
No matter where and when, if I push her buttons she start
So, out of sight
Shawty cold as ice
Ain't no shame in her game, you just ain't her type
That ain't no lie at all
She creep and crawl
And without a [?] or a pause, I break her off
Cause she need it and she want it
There's no denying how I feel
Cause this love feels so real
[Hook - Mara Hruby]
[Verse 3 - Big KRIT:]
Never ever have I ever seen a girl like you before
I love to hug onto your curves don't ever let me go
Hold on tight, I'll run the light, the peddle to the floor
And take us higher than we've ever been
(A place where no one goes)
Let's go
(A place where no one knows)
Let's go
[Hook - Mara Hruby]
Do you love me for real? Do you love me for real?
Do you love me for real? Do you love me for real?
(Said my car as I worked her wheel)
Do you love me for real? Do you love me for real?
Do you love me for real? Do you love me for real?
(Said my car as I worked her wheel)
[Verse 1 - Big KRIT:]
On the boulevard, oh my Lord
Her heels so high, she skipped the curb and ran in your yard
She's so, super fly
Crushed linen inside
This shit way too old, for me to drive
But I really don't care
She let me write her walls, in the pop up trunk
Turn her out, give her thumb
Cause she need it
And she want it
There's no denying how I feel
Cause this love feels so real
[Hook - Mara Hruby]
[Verse 2 - Big KRIT:]
Oh the boulevard, she go hard
No matter where and when, if I push her buttons she start
So, out of sight
Shawty cold as ice
Ain't no shame in her game, you just ain't her type
That ain't no lie at all
She creep and crawl
And without a [?] or a pause, I break her off
Cause she need it and she want it
There's no denying how I feel
Cause this love feels so real
[Hook - Mara Hruby]
[Verse 3 - Big KRIT:]
Never ever have I ever seen a girl like you before
I love to hug onto your curves don't ever let me go
Hold on tight, I'll run the light, the peddle to the floor
And take us higher than we've ever been
(A place where no one goes)
Let's go
(A place where no one knows)
Let's go
[Hook - Mara Hruby]
Writer: EDDIE HARRIS, JUSTIN LEWIS SCOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, SEVENTH HOUSE LTD.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, SEVENTH HOUSE LTD.
Third Eye
My two eyes saw you third eye
From across the room
I can see your soul babe
And I think you're my soul mate
My two eyes saw you third eye
From across the room
You remind me of a Goddess
Pardon if I fall in love too soon
I hate to rap and live life all alone
And I know this world is full of so many clones
But you original in your aura, it's sort of
Radiant and I can't ignore it
So, I don't wanna buy you no drank
Besides, I think you'd rather smoke your dank
And that's cool
I know you came with your friends
So you can choose
If you wanna share your vibe, it's on you
It'd be a lie if I didn't say just the other day
I dreamed of picket fences and children playin' instruments
A lot of incense in one instance
I saw your face, you were full of Grace
At least that's what we named her
My Angel had an Angel, and I was so thankful
I know I barely know you, but I think you're so amazing
Fascinating, breathtaking
More than enough, my inspiration
My two eyes saw you third eye
From across the room
I can see your soul babe
And I think you're my soul mate
My two eyes saw you third eye
From across the room
You remind me of a Goddess
Pardon if I fall in love too soon
To be honest this is all new to me
'Cause I ain't never know a third eye that I could see
Perhaps you're not in a space you're really supposed to be
We all hit the club from time to time to be set free
So, I won't judge if you won't judge
I think we both agree that this ain't the place for love
But I've known you in my past life somewhere, somehow
Stars aligned and brought us here, with no doubt
It'd be a lie if I didn't say you were something classic, far from average
I apologize if I'm oh so ol' fashioned
But I'm passionate about your passions
More intrigued with your mind
And you ass and your assets
I'm asking how you feel
If I told you that I knew Heaven was real
'Cause only God could create something that gives me chills
So angelic and so surreal, I'm being sincere that
My two eyes saw you third eye
From across the room
I can see your soul babe
And I think you're my soul mate
My two eyes saw you third eye
From across the room
You remind me of a Goddess
Pardon if I fall in love too soon
From across the room
I can see your soul babe
And I think you're my soul mate
My two eyes saw you third eye
From across the room
You remind me of a Goddess
Pardon if I fall in love too soon
I hate to rap and live life all alone
And I know this world is full of so many clones
But you original in your aura, it's sort of
Radiant and I can't ignore it
So, I don't wanna buy you no drank
Besides, I think you'd rather smoke your dank
And that's cool
I know you came with your friends
So you can choose
If you wanna share your vibe, it's on you
It'd be a lie if I didn't say just the other day
I dreamed of picket fences and children playin' instruments
A lot of incense in one instance
I saw your face, you were full of Grace
At least that's what we named her
My Angel had an Angel, and I was so thankful
I know I barely know you, but I think you're so amazing
Fascinating, breathtaking
More than enough, my inspiration
My two eyes saw you third eye
From across the room
I can see your soul babe
And I think you're my soul mate
My two eyes saw you third eye
From across the room
You remind me of a Goddess
Pardon if I fall in love too soon
To be honest this is all new to me
'Cause I ain't never know a third eye that I could see
Perhaps you're not in a space you're really supposed to be
We all hit the club from time to time to be set free
So, I won't judge if you won't judge
I think we both agree that this ain't the place for love
But I've known you in my past life somewhere, somehow
Stars aligned and brought us here, with no doubt
It'd be a lie if I didn't say you were something classic, far from average
I apologize if I'm oh so ol' fashioned
But I'm passionate about your passions
More intrigued with your mind
And you ass and your assets
I'm asking how you feel
If I told you that I knew Heaven was real
'Cause only God could create something that gives me chills
So angelic and so surreal, I'm being sincere that
My two eyes saw you third eye
From across the room
I can see your soul babe
And I think you're my soul mate
My two eyes saw you third eye
From across the room
You remind me of a Goddess
Pardon if I fall in love too soon
Writer: DACOURY NATCHE, JUSTIN SCOTT, BENJAMIN FREEDLANDER
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Mo Better Cool
Glisten like the sun off the candy
Got the tool in the dash, keep at hand
Jammin', up and down the boulevard, swang
Trunk still bangin', screens still hangin'
Old habits die hard, ain't shit changed
(?) still recline, still swang and bang
Grippin' wood grain, grippin' wood grain
I remember when I used to roll
A bucket, no ducket to my name and my soul
Hoes used to front everywhere I go
But that's cool
Yea, shit changed cause we on
Now I'm tailor made, choppin' blades that I'm grown
Now the same hoes won't leave me alone
But that's cool
So, now usually I don't boast to brag
But, today different
Went from bucket, brake scrappin', to swinging like Kenny Griffin
I was scrawny than a motherf*cker
When I was younger, got my weight up like a (?)
Now I'm solid with these numbers
Maxin' out on these hoes
Marinated my pimpin' cause when you sees in they peepin'
And scrape it right out the skin
Got a vision for fix, drop it low like the bass
Her pussy tighter than plies that squeeze the wine outta grapes
So I hit it slow
Flea flicker, give and go
I know that the shine the only reason she kick it for
I went from not a thing to the Caddy frame, throw it off in the game
When you came and you got changed, shit can't be the same
So I'm chillin', bump and (?)
Hollin' out f*ck the feelin's of critics
That claim they come from slums but they from a village for real
'Cause while these lames sittin' still
I hit the road, broke the mold, and came up on a mil
I remember when I used to roll
A bucket, no ducket to my name and my soul
Hoes used to front everywhere I go
But that's cool
Yea, shit changed cause we on
Now I'm tailor made, choppin' blades that I'm grown
Now the same hoes won't leave me alone
But that's cool
Man I'm a wild motherf*cker, back when I was round 20
F*ck niggas thought you wouldn't find me round any
Rollin' one deep in the Buick parked ave
With a sawed off shotgun that cut your ass in half
Laughin' at these niggas that was hatin' on the low
'Cause on the cool, I was puttin' dick off in they ho
And on the cut, you couldn't short stop me for the blow
Cause I be with the pistol, knockin' on your front door
See where I come from, you can't just tell me that you hard
Niggas'll come and box you up in your front yard
Better not talk about pullin' out the GAT
'Cause on site we put that 9 mili to your hat
Now as I got older, my rep got colder
These niggas wouldn't dare to knock the chip up off my shoulder
Certified soldier with the stripes that'll prove it
I got my reputation in the streets, f*ck the music
I remember when I used to roll
A bucket, no ducket to my name and my soul
Hoes used to front everywhere I go
But that's cool
Yea, shit changed cause we on
Now I'm tailor made, choppin' blades that I'm grown
Now the same hoes won't leave me alone
But that's cool
Yea, reporting live from the ceiling, enjoy the view bitch
Show gone make a killin', ain't nothin' new bitch
Except the pressure from the heckle (?) from the nose
Ho please, I can't even see you from our close seats
The boy came to play and no this ain't a game
Dunkin', trunkin, (?) purple colored gators mayne
Hold up, this win is on us
It's a celebration, bitch, every time I show up
Get in the way, get swole up
That's no luck for anyone tryna outshine us
Plenty of haters, and (?) heard steppin' behind us
Better catch on to our coattails, I boast well (?) shit talk
That bullshit (?) walk
Cripple their chances, (?) advances, stickin' the landin'
That I jumped up off the porch with
(?)
Respect that'll get your dome split
And on it I stay, no reprieve for no punk
Consider your ship sunk, I'm just bein' Big Sant bitch
Glisten like the sun off the candy
Got the tool in the dash, keep at hand
Jammin', up and down the boulevard, swang
Trunk still bangin', screens still hangin'
Old habits die hard, ain't shit changed
(?) still recline, still swang and bang
Grippin' wood grain, grippin' wood grain
Got the tool in the dash, keep at hand
Jammin', up and down the boulevard, swang
Trunk still bangin', screens still hangin'
Old habits die hard, ain't shit changed
(?) still recline, still swang and bang
Grippin' wood grain, grippin' wood grain
I remember when I used to roll
A bucket, no ducket to my name and my soul
Hoes used to front everywhere I go
But that's cool
Yea, shit changed cause we on
Now I'm tailor made, choppin' blades that I'm grown
Now the same hoes won't leave me alone
But that's cool
So, now usually I don't boast to brag
But, today different
Went from bucket, brake scrappin', to swinging like Kenny Griffin
I was scrawny than a motherf*cker
When I was younger, got my weight up like a (?)
Now I'm solid with these numbers
Maxin' out on these hoes
Marinated my pimpin' cause when you sees in they peepin'
And scrape it right out the skin
Got a vision for fix, drop it low like the bass
Her pussy tighter than plies that squeeze the wine outta grapes
So I hit it slow
Flea flicker, give and go
I know that the shine the only reason she kick it for
I went from not a thing to the Caddy frame, throw it off in the game
When you came and you got changed, shit can't be the same
So I'm chillin', bump and (?)
Hollin' out f*ck the feelin's of critics
That claim they come from slums but they from a village for real
'Cause while these lames sittin' still
I hit the road, broke the mold, and came up on a mil
I remember when I used to roll
A bucket, no ducket to my name and my soul
Hoes used to front everywhere I go
But that's cool
Yea, shit changed cause we on
Now I'm tailor made, choppin' blades that I'm grown
Now the same hoes won't leave me alone
But that's cool
Man I'm a wild motherf*cker, back when I was round 20
F*ck niggas thought you wouldn't find me round any
Rollin' one deep in the Buick parked ave
With a sawed off shotgun that cut your ass in half
Laughin' at these niggas that was hatin' on the low
'Cause on the cool, I was puttin' dick off in they ho
And on the cut, you couldn't short stop me for the blow
Cause I be with the pistol, knockin' on your front door
See where I come from, you can't just tell me that you hard
Niggas'll come and box you up in your front yard
Better not talk about pullin' out the GAT
'Cause on site we put that 9 mili to your hat
Now as I got older, my rep got colder
These niggas wouldn't dare to knock the chip up off my shoulder
Certified soldier with the stripes that'll prove it
I got my reputation in the streets, f*ck the music
I remember when I used to roll
A bucket, no ducket to my name and my soul
Hoes used to front everywhere I go
But that's cool
Yea, shit changed cause we on
Now I'm tailor made, choppin' blades that I'm grown
Now the same hoes won't leave me alone
But that's cool
Yea, reporting live from the ceiling, enjoy the view bitch
Show gone make a killin', ain't nothin' new bitch
Except the pressure from the heckle (?) from the nose
Ho please, I can't even see you from our close seats
The boy came to play and no this ain't a game
Dunkin', trunkin, (?) purple colored gators mayne
Hold up, this win is on us
It's a celebration, bitch, every time I show up
Get in the way, get swole up
That's no luck for anyone tryna outshine us
Plenty of haters, and (?) heard steppin' behind us
Better catch on to our coattails, I boast well (?) shit talk
That bullshit (?) walk
Cripple their chances, (?) advances, stickin' the landin'
That I jumped up off the porch with
(?)
Respect that'll get your dome split
And on it I stay, no reprieve for no punk
Consider your ship sunk, I'm just bein' Big Sant bitch
Glisten like the sun off the candy
Got the tool in the dash, keep at hand
Jammin', up and down the boulevard, swang
Trunk still bangin', screens still hangin'
Old habits die hard, ain't shit changed
(?) still recline, still swang and bang
Grippin' wood grain, grippin' wood grain
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Angels
I think angels get high
'Cause I can't describe all these clouds in the sky
I think God must have cried
'Cause I can't describe all this rain in my life
I think angels get high
When the sun goes down, heroes don't come outside
I seen too many villains provide
How can I choose a side to be on?
Tell a junkie be gone
'Cause I don't push what he on or she on
Like before
Sometimes it's hard to pay the debt that you owe
Too much of something good will have you strung on the floor
Thunderstorms forever form outside my home
I swear these angels taking bong hits
I wonder if that flood that came through just
Because that left us on the curb was one of God's tears
To wash away the pain that we had
The house wasn't much, the neighborhood was bad
The basement won't save us but the prayers get us past
The rumbling and the thundering never last
So I ask, so I ask, so I ask
I think angels get high
'Cause I can't describe all these clouds in the sky
I think God must have cried
'Cause I can't describe all this rain in my life
I think angels get high
Standing on the roof while helicopters swoop by
I think they don't see us
Not even FEMA could redeem the very faith we all lost
That made us once believers
Natural disasters bring us closer
My partner never prayed until he thought the world was over
2012, December 1st, he called me in a panic
He heard a storm was coming and it might destroy the planet, dammit
I called him back tomorrow because the boat
I been paddling can't deal with so much sorrow
Borrowed time wasted
I probably shoulda played it safe instead of storm chasing
But the prayers will get us past
The rumbling and the thundering never last
So I ask, so I ask, so I ask
I think angels get high
'Cause I can't describe all these clouds in the sky
I think God must have cried
'Cause I can't describe all this rain in my life
I think angels get high
'Cause I can't describe all these clouds in the sky
I think God must have cried
'Cause I can't describe all this rain in my life
I think angels get high
When the sun goes down, heroes don't come outside
I seen too many villains provide
How can I choose a side to be on?
Tell a junkie be gone
'Cause I don't push what he on or she on
Like before
Sometimes it's hard to pay the debt that you owe
Too much of something good will have you strung on the floor
Thunderstorms forever form outside my home
I swear these angels taking bong hits
I wonder if that flood that came through just
Because that left us on the curb was one of God's tears
To wash away the pain that we had
The house wasn't much, the neighborhood was bad
The basement won't save us but the prayers get us past
The rumbling and the thundering never last
So I ask, so I ask, so I ask
I think angels get high
'Cause I can't describe all these clouds in the sky
I think God must have cried
'Cause I can't describe all this rain in my life
I think angels get high
Standing on the roof while helicopters swoop by
I think they don't see us
Not even FEMA could redeem the very faith we all lost
That made us once believers
Natural disasters bring us closer
My partner never prayed until he thought the world was over
2012, December 1st, he called me in a panic
He heard a storm was coming and it might destroy the planet, dammit
I called him back tomorrow because the boat
I been paddling can't deal with so much sorrow
Borrowed time wasted
I probably shoulda played it safe instead of storm chasing
But the prayers will get us past
The rumbling and the thundering never last
So I ask, so I ask, so I ask
I think angels get high
'Cause I can't describe all these clouds in the sky
I think God must have cried
'Cause I can't describe all this rain in my life
I think angels get high
Writer: Justin Lewis Scott, Terrace Jahmal Martin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Saturdays = Celebration
If they kill me on Friday, bury me on Sunday
Mourn for me Monday
Then you gotta let me go, go
Then they gotta let me go
If they kill me on Tuesday, bury me on Wednesday
Mourn for me Thursday
Then you gotta let me go, go
Then they gotta let me go
Saturday's a celebration
Mama no need to worry 'bout me
I promise that I be home soon
God got me like every day
While the Devil like "what you gon' do?"
Temptation ain't motivation
This money could never make it better
Cadi cleaner than it'd ever been
But it blood all on my wooden lever
Ain't no tellin' if I'ma get it right
Look to God up-under city lights
Pray to God, he wanted me to ball
Cuh being broke ain't really living life
Deeper dying like every day
If I leave, tell 'em care care for me
If I ain't fot to see the sun again
Somebody say a prayer for me
If they kill me on Friday, bury me on Sunday
Mourn for me Monday
Then you gotta let me go, go
Then they gotta let me go
If they kill me on Tuesday, bury me on Wednesday
Mourn for me Thursday
Then you gotta let me go, go
Then they gotta let me go
Saturday's a celebration
In the event of my demise I won't go kicking and screaming
I know that God had a reason, just don't give up believing
As long as the sun shines after the storm
So we don't cry at the dinner table
Rejoice and just be thankful
I made it, I [?] sick of lyin', safe and sound
Battle with drinking so please don't pour me no liquor
Eye on the curb, fight the urge to go retaliate
Carry on, just be strong enough to walk away
Uh, speak the truth even if they crucify me
Uh, free my soul even if they chain my body
Uh, look to God if ain't nowhere to go
Beware those prophets that touch a leg before they touch your soul
We reap what we saw when the [?] man coming
Gotta pay what we owe
Jesus walks so I run to him
How can they love me when I'm knowin' what they done to him
If they kill me on Friday, bury me on Sunday
Mourn for me Monday
Then you gotta let me go, go
Then they gotta let me go
If they kill me on Tuesday, bury me on Wednesday
Mourn for me Thursday
Then you gotta let me go, go
Then they gotta let me go
Saturday's a celebration
Mourn for me Monday
Then you gotta let me go, go
Then they gotta let me go
If they kill me on Tuesday, bury me on Wednesday
Mourn for me Thursday
Then you gotta let me go, go
Then they gotta let me go
Saturday's a celebration
Mama no need to worry 'bout me
I promise that I be home soon
God got me like every day
While the Devil like "what you gon' do?"
Temptation ain't motivation
This money could never make it better
Cadi cleaner than it'd ever been
But it blood all on my wooden lever
Ain't no tellin' if I'ma get it right
Look to God up-under city lights
Pray to God, he wanted me to ball
Cuh being broke ain't really living life
Deeper dying like every day
If I leave, tell 'em care care for me
If I ain't fot to see the sun again
Somebody say a prayer for me
If they kill me on Friday, bury me on Sunday
Mourn for me Monday
Then you gotta let me go, go
Then they gotta let me go
If they kill me on Tuesday, bury me on Wednesday
Mourn for me Thursday
Then you gotta let me go, go
Then they gotta let me go
Saturday's a celebration
In the event of my demise I won't go kicking and screaming
I know that God had a reason, just don't give up believing
As long as the sun shines after the storm
So we don't cry at the dinner table
Rejoice and just be thankful
I made it, I [?] sick of lyin', safe and sound
Battle with drinking so please don't pour me no liquor
Eye on the curb, fight the urge to go retaliate
Carry on, just be strong enough to walk away
Uh, speak the truth even if they crucify me
Uh, free my soul even if they chain my body
Uh, look to God if ain't nowhere to go
Beware those prophets that touch a leg before they touch your soul
We reap what we saw when the [?] man coming
Gotta pay what we owe
Jesus walks so I run to him
How can they love me when I'm knowin' what they done to him
If they kill me on Friday, bury me on Sunday
Mourn for me Monday
Then you gotta let me go, go
Then they gotta let me go
If they kill me on Tuesday, bury me on Wednesday
Mourn for me Thursday
Then you gotta let me go, go
Then they gotta let me go
Saturday's a celebration
Writer: ALEXANDER JUNIOR GRANT, JUSTIN LEWIS SCOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Lost Generation
[Intro:]
(I wish we could stay to see what happens)
We have to let them find their way, but we will create an end
[Hook - Big KRIT:]
Came back like the Mack, Caddy cut dime in the back
Eight track slap off the rack, I have to relapse
Po' of the fo' out the tap, break a bro back to the snap
She lives in my lap, eager to give up a snatch
Still on the pry for my match
The milk and the honey
It's all about the love for the money
Space age pimp was adapt, that's after the fact
Land that I may contact, destroy if they give their bomb back
Prepare for combat, peace and love is beyond that
Should've went with my comrades, it's actual fact
Eye what they actually lack at the peek of their deck
Where their soul and mind is attached
Stars fully aligned on the map, my plan of attack
For the lost generation
[Verse 1 - Big KRIT:]
This ain't meant to be preached on
This here meant to be teached on
I know that you ain't got much time
I promise this rhyme won't take long
You need it in your life like you need a better job
Like you need another hobby
Instead of waiting in the lobby, with the soft and the hard
Until the police holla copy, freeze
I know how it get when you ain't got shit to flush
And them balloons you bought getting bust
Cause everybody want mo' than what they really say so
You don't know who to trust
On the outside looking in of the Beamer, Bentley, Benz
Dreaming about the backseat
But you don't know what the driver had to do just to pass by you
That's if you ask me
So, shawty, don't do the dash on 'em
I hope you never crash on 'em
What good is flashin' or livin' the fastest
If you in a casket? I couldn't imagine
My mama hanging over me crying
Cause my soul is too young to let go of me
I'm saying what I gotta
Cause the club songs ain't saving my partner
[Hook]
[Bridge - Lupe Fiasco (Big KRIT):]
Nigga, we ain't lost
This the bitch I'm a boss generation
(For the lost generation)
Nigga, we ain't lost
This is xans got me nodding off generation
(For the lost generation)
Nigga, we ain't lost
This the puttin' candy in my cough generation
(For the lost generation)
Nigga, we ain't lost
You can find me jumping off Porsche in a race
(For the lost generation)
[Verse 2 - Lupe Fiasco:]
For that, KRIT, let's kill these niggas
You got skills to help build these killers (killers)
Take the murder rate even higher (higher)
And take a nigga bitch in the process
Turn the whole thing into a contest
My nigga f*ck this mic
We should be f*cking with Mike
Military industrial complex
And we can get rich, nigga, f*ck showing love
They ain't listening to us
They ain't playing this bitch in the club
So let's get paid, turn these motherf*ckers into slaves
School is for lames, man, these niggas join gangs
F*ck Martin Luther King, nigga, f*ck change
F*ck peace, I want chains
G's on the internet, bitch like bam
F*ck peace, I want a plane
Fill that bitch with cocaine
And make these bitches move their booties
And help these niggas make their movies
All these niggas into their graves
And top these hoes out their coogies
[Hook]
[Bridge]
(I wish we could stay to see what happens)
We have to let them find their way, but we will create an end
[Hook - Big KRIT:]
Came back like the Mack, Caddy cut dime in the back
Eight track slap off the rack, I have to relapse
Po' of the fo' out the tap, break a bro back to the snap
She lives in my lap, eager to give up a snatch
Still on the pry for my match
The milk and the honey
It's all about the love for the money
Space age pimp was adapt, that's after the fact
Land that I may contact, destroy if they give their bomb back
Prepare for combat, peace and love is beyond that
Should've went with my comrades, it's actual fact
Eye what they actually lack at the peek of their deck
Where their soul and mind is attached
Stars fully aligned on the map, my plan of attack
For the lost generation
[Verse 1 - Big KRIT:]
This ain't meant to be preached on
This here meant to be teached on
I know that you ain't got much time
I promise this rhyme won't take long
You need it in your life like you need a better job
Like you need another hobby
Instead of waiting in the lobby, with the soft and the hard
Until the police holla copy, freeze
I know how it get when you ain't got shit to flush
And them balloons you bought getting bust
Cause everybody want mo' than what they really say so
You don't know who to trust
On the outside looking in of the Beamer, Bentley, Benz
Dreaming about the backseat
But you don't know what the driver had to do just to pass by you
That's if you ask me
So, shawty, don't do the dash on 'em
I hope you never crash on 'em
What good is flashin' or livin' the fastest
If you in a casket? I couldn't imagine
My mama hanging over me crying
Cause my soul is too young to let go of me
I'm saying what I gotta
Cause the club songs ain't saving my partner
[Hook]
[Bridge - Lupe Fiasco (Big KRIT):]
Nigga, we ain't lost
This the bitch I'm a boss generation
(For the lost generation)
Nigga, we ain't lost
This is xans got me nodding off generation
(For the lost generation)
Nigga, we ain't lost
This the puttin' candy in my cough generation
(For the lost generation)
Nigga, we ain't lost
You can find me jumping off Porsche in a race
(For the lost generation)
[Verse 2 - Lupe Fiasco:]
For that, KRIT, let's kill these niggas
You got skills to help build these killers (killers)
Take the murder rate even higher (higher)
And take a nigga bitch in the process
Turn the whole thing into a contest
My nigga f*ck this mic
We should be f*cking with Mike
Military industrial complex
And we can get rich, nigga, f*ck showing love
They ain't listening to us
They ain't playing this bitch in the club
So let's get paid, turn these motherf*ckers into slaves
School is for lames, man, these niggas join gangs
F*ck Martin Luther King, nigga, f*ck change
F*ck peace, I want chains
G's on the internet, bitch like bam
F*ck peace, I want a plane
Fill that bitch with cocaine
And make these bitches move their booties
And help these niggas make their movies
All these niggas into their graves
And top these hoes out their coogies
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Writer: WASALU JACO, JUSTIN LEWIS SCOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Mt Olympus (Reprise)
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank
F*ck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind
(Yeah ho)
All this attention, I don't even know what I might even do with it
That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done f*cked raw
Maybe you hit it
Aww man, I'm more concerned why niggas been textin' my cell, callin' my phone
Ask me about this Kendrick shit, that he ain't even really even diss me on
I ain't drawn to all this propaganda, rap shit 'bout as real as Santa
Now I'm lyrical all of the sudden
Well last year they claim they ain't understand me
I'm buryin' niggas, and pissin' on they graves
Another nigga, other nigga name on your chain
And they call me a slave
Niggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body
In the studio tryna calm your soul
Lookin' at your manager, I think Krizzle got me
I put you in the trunk with these subwoofers
5th wheel in my shottie
I'm so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible
Page 1, come here son
Mind your manners, just be cool
I know you lame when you was in school
The little fame you ain't used to
And it was easy for you to move through
English class with your own thesaurus
Like one of these days I'm gonna be a rapper
But all my verses gonna be borrowed
So I'ma take from all these Southern artists
That mainstream never heard of
Recycle all of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into thinkin'
That your music was innovative
Frustrated
Rap battlin' never got me out of no public housin'
You tellin' me I can be King of Hip-Hop
And they wouldn't give it to Andre 3000?
Nigga please, this award ain't got shit to do with us
God could physically come down and say "he the greatest
My favorite, y'all should listen, he have potential
To outlive the heatwave I'ma send through this motherf*cker
And rebuild for a whole 'nother other culture"
And that wouldn't be enough
So f*ck these haters and f*ck these hoes
Damn right I still mean that
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank
F*ck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind
F*ck them niggas
Hope the hook wasn't too simple
Either way nigga, I wrote it
Yes, I made the beat, yes, I mixed the track
I am far from wack, you a one-trick pony
I don't fall in line, I define what's rhyme
F*ck what you was thinkin', bloggers they can quote it
Lotta rappers buried underneath my house
They know what I'm 'bout, you ain't even know it
Overdosed on hocus-pocus, jibber-jabber
Snap on my stature was firebreathin' dragon
King of every castle, how you signin' rappers?
All these labels must be givin' out a raffle
Wranglin' like cattle, keep a nigga shackled
Leavin' people baffled, tap dance nigga
Misleadin' all of your rap fans, nigga
Might as well just do a lap dance, nigga
Sap ass nigga
Do whatever for some dap ass nigga
I ain't got time
To watch out for children, stay out my kitchen
The shit that I'm cookin' ain't meant for your kind
Crackin' and bashin' the shit out your spine
King with a crown, humble and tall
Tyrants never keep quiet, they'd rather be violent
So I'm beheading them all!
The lay of the land, I'm settin' fire to buildings and bridges
You ain't sell out a show until you sell out one in Mississippi
What's good for Hip Hop may not be good for my soul
So, I keep flexin', wreckin', for the people that respect it
Check it, f*ck a Control
Bih!
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank
F*ck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind
F*ck them niggas!
Yea, I said it, f*ck them niggas!
Yea, I said it, f*ck them niggas!
Yea, I said it, thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind
F*ck them niggas!
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank
F*ck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind
(Yeah ho)
All this attention, I don't even know what I might even do with it
That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done f*cked raw
Maybe you hit it
Aww man, I'm more concerned why niggas been textin' my cell, callin' my phone
Ask me about this Kendrick shit, that he ain't even really even diss me on
I ain't drawn to all this propaganda, rap shit 'bout as real as Santa
Now I'm lyrical all of the sudden
Well last year they claim they ain't understand me
I'm buryin' niggas, and pissin' on they graves
Another nigga, other nigga name on your chain
And they call me a slave
Niggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body
In the studio tryna calm your soul
Lookin' at your manager, I think Krizzle got me
I put you in the trunk with these subwoofers
5th wheel in my shottie
I'm so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible
Page 1, come here son
Mind your manners, just be cool
I know you lame when you was in school
The little fame you ain't used to
And it was easy for you to move through
English class with your own thesaurus
Like one of these days I'm gonna be a rapper
But all my verses gonna be borrowed
So I'ma take from all these Southern artists
That mainstream never heard of
Recycle all of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into thinkin'
That your music was innovative
Frustrated
Rap battlin' never got me out of no public housin'
You tellin' me I can be King of Hip-Hop
And they wouldn't give it to Andre 3000?
Nigga please, this award ain't got shit to do with us
God could physically come down and say "he the greatest
My favorite, y'all should listen, he have potential
To outlive the heatwave I'ma send through this motherf*cker
And rebuild for a whole 'nother other culture"
And that wouldn't be enough
So f*ck these haters and f*ck these hoes
Damn right I still mean that
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank
F*ck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind
F*ck them niggas
Hope the hook wasn't too simple
Either way nigga, I wrote it
Yes, I made the beat, yes, I mixed the track
I am far from wack, you a one-trick pony
I don't fall in line, I define what's rhyme
F*ck what you was thinkin', bloggers they can quote it
Lotta rappers buried underneath my house
They know what I'm 'bout, you ain't even know it
Overdosed on hocus-pocus, jibber-jabber
Snap on my stature was firebreathin' dragon
King of every castle, how you signin' rappers?
All these labels must be givin' out a raffle
Wranglin' like cattle, keep a nigga shackled
Leavin' people baffled, tap dance nigga
Misleadin' all of your rap fans, nigga
Might as well just do a lap dance, nigga
Sap ass nigga
Do whatever for some dap ass nigga
I ain't got time
To watch out for children, stay out my kitchen
The shit that I'm cookin' ain't meant for your kind
Crackin' and bashin' the shit out your spine
King with a crown, humble and tall
Tyrants never keep quiet, they'd rather be violent
So I'm beheading them all!
The lay of the land, I'm settin' fire to buildings and bridges
You ain't sell out a show until you sell out one in Mississippi
What's good for Hip Hop may not be good for my soul
So, I keep flexin', wreckin', for the people that respect it
Check it, f*ck a Control
Bih!
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank
F*ck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind
F*ck them niggas!
Yea, I said it, f*ck them niggas!
Yea, I said it, f*ck them niggas!
Yea, I said it, thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind
F*ck them niggas!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Lac Lac
[Hook - Big K.R.I.T:]
Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac
Slammin' the doors in the
Pull up with hoes in the
Diamond in the back, they chosen, uh, posted up
Pourin' up
Be it the sticky icky got you rollin' up
Hold it up, be a soldier don't be closin' up
Open your mind, open your-open your mind
Open your mind, open your-open your mind
This could be the day
You don't know the road, I could show the way
[Verse 1 - Big K.R.I.T.:]
Young candy cut throat still slammin' doors
Pull up with your ho on the low low
In my ride, it's so clean if you didn't know
Niggas hate but it's cool cause they too slow
Move, smooth, gotta get to it
Ain't nobody gonna stop me, nah
I got a big backseat for a super freak
Tell them mothaf*ckas it's goin' down
Back road, a shortcut the lane
F*ck the law, they can't stop the bang
Cut the double cup of purple rain
Tell them f*ck critics I'll never change
Young K.R., I.T. my niggas say
Gotta keep a dash closed with the .44
Cause them jackas rob 'round here every day
So I chill, for the bills, diamonds against the wheel
Pressin' the buttons while clucky bust-its peep how I live
Goin' in for the kill
Champagne poppin' daily
No petty numbers, shipes
F*ck 'em, just tell 'em "pay me" fosho
Hoes love it, niggas know it, 'bout time
Ride clean, like a billion suns, they can't stop my shine
Tell 'em one more 'gain for that 2000 beyond
That king shit, I be on, tell a bitch nigga to be gone
Cause my
[Hook - Big K.R.I.T.]
[Verse 2 - A$AP Ferg:]
I'm walkin' up into the party, and feelin' and killin' the party
A couple of women are chillin' and sippin' Bacardi
She walk me up into the hallway, I started on kissin' the shawty
And feelin' so good, thug bitch from the hood, but really though
Might get some ass tonight, hit it like a real man should, I'ma kill it though
Make a right, open that 'frigerator, crack that 40 ounce
Head into your momma room so I can hear that naughty sound, don't play around
Your parents ain't around, and plus your room is packed
I'ma hit it from the front, I'ma hit it from the back, bust it like a gat, pat pat
Kissin' party with a couple bad bitches, gettin' dirty with all of my niggas
Feelin' woozy but I'm pourin' more liquor
But the cutie booty couldn't be bigger
I'm celebratin' cause we shouldn't be here
Hella faded cause the Hennessy near
Dedicated to all of my peers, A$AP, the vision so clear
I can see you haters from here, I can spot you out of my chair
My throne, you won't come near, the microphone is on fire
The booth is Roman, I'm sire, I'm king of this shit, I'm no liar
I'm droppin' careys, Mariah, got the grip on the game like I'm pliers
[Hook - Big K.R.I.T.]
[Verse 3- Big K.R.I.T.:]
Niggas talk that big shit nowadays
But they muscles ain't strong enough
Niggas claim they change the game
Catalogs ain't long enough
Slow motion, I'm still posted
In the cut, been waitin' my turn
Fell off cause you wasn't yourself
Oh well, nigga live and you learn
Money don't concern me, I was too determined
F*ck what you heard, I feed my fam
I put on for mine, I let my brother shine
And I be comin' down like goddamn
We made it, that check on me, my nigga
For what it's worth, I don't go to work
So this verse ain't free, my nigga
This work ain't free, my nigga
Yeah it's above average cause they're raisin' taxes
Dropped twelve albums, that's a grand apiece
And plus I made the beats, you do the mathematics
No watches, no dope money, I'm just Southern
One of the coldest niggas that's in the game
And I've only been on one major cover, like damn
Either they don't know, they don't show
Or they don't care what happens in the South
Or either I'm too smart, or they too dumb
To know what the f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout when I say
[Hook - Big K.R.I.T.]
Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac
Slammin' the doors in the
Pull up with hoes in the
Diamond in the back, they chosen, uh, posted up
Pourin' up
Be it the sticky icky got you rollin' up
Hold it up, be a soldier don't be closin' up
Open your mind, open your-open your mind
Open your mind, open your-open your mind
This could be the day
You don't know the road, I could show the way
[Verse 1 - Big K.R.I.T.:]
Young candy cut throat still slammin' doors
Pull up with your ho on the low low
In my ride, it's so clean if you didn't know
Niggas hate but it's cool cause they too slow
Move, smooth, gotta get to it
Ain't nobody gonna stop me, nah
I got a big backseat for a super freak
Tell them mothaf*ckas it's goin' down
Back road, a shortcut the lane
F*ck the law, they can't stop the bang
Cut the double cup of purple rain
Tell them f*ck critics I'll never change
Young K.R., I.T. my niggas say
Gotta keep a dash closed with the .44
Cause them jackas rob 'round here every day
So I chill, for the bills, diamonds against the wheel
Pressin' the buttons while clucky bust-its peep how I live
Goin' in for the kill
Champagne poppin' daily
No petty numbers, shipes
F*ck 'em, just tell 'em "pay me" fosho
Hoes love it, niggas know it, 'bout time
Ride clean, like a billion suns, they can't stop my shine
Tell 'em one more 'gain for that 2000 beyond
That king shit, I be on, tell a bitch nigga to be gone
Cause my
[Hook - Big K.R.I.T.]
[Verse 2 - A$AP Ferg:]
I'm walkin' up into the party, and feelin' and killin' the party
A couple of women are chillin' and sippin' Bacardi
She walk me up into the hallway, I started on kissin' the shawty
And feelin' so good, thug bitch from the hood, but really though
Might get some ass tonight, hit it like a real man should, I'ma kill it though
Make a right, open that 'frigerator, crack that 40 ounce
Head into your momma room so I can hear that naughty sound, don't play around
Your parents ain't around, and plus your room is packed
I'ma hit it from the front, I'ma hit it from the back, bust it like a gat, pat pat
Kissin' party with a couple bad bitches, gettin' dirty with all of my niggas
Feelin' woozy but I'm pourin' more liquor
But the cutie booty couldn't be bigger
I'm celebratin' cause we shouldn't be here
Hella faded cause the Hennessy near
Dedicated to all of my peers, A$AP, the vision so clear
I can see you haters from here, I can spot you out of my chair
My throne, you won't come near, the microphone is on fire
The booth is Roman, I'm sire, I'm king of this shit, I'm no liar
I'm droppin' careys, Mariah, got the grip on the game like I'm pliers
[Hook - Big K.R.I.T.]
[Verse 3- Big K.R.I.T.:]
Niggas talk that big shit nowadays
But they muscles ain't strong enough
Niggas claim they change the game
Catalogs ain't long enough
Slow motion, I'm still posted
In the cut, been waitin' my turn
Fell off cause you wasn't yourself
Oh well, nigga live and you learn
Money don't concern me, I was too determined
F*ck what you heard, I feed my fam
I put on for mine, I let my brother shine
And I be comin' down like goddamn
We made it, that check on me, my nigga
For what it's worth, I don't go to work
So this verse ain't free, my nigga
This work ain't free, my nigga
Yeah it's above average cause they're raisin' taxes
Dropped twelve albums, that's a grand apiece
And plus I made the beats, you do the mathematics
No watches, no dope money, I'm just Southern
One of the coldest niggas that's in the game
And I've only been on one major cover, like damn
Either they don't know, they don't show
Or they don't care what happens in the South
Or either I'm too smart, or they too dumb
To know what the f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout when I say
[Hook - Big K.R.I.T.]
Writer: JUSTIN LEWIS SCOTT, BRAD JORDAN, DAROLD D. BROWN, JOHN OKURIBIDO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Let It Show
When my emotion grows, I still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
Even if I'm broke I'm still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show
Nigga walk in my life feel like I'm running through a real life
Don't believe what the..right
Mother f*ckers when they call me so they call me mike
I'm just chillin watching the fight
If your friends girls hold me some mice
Table glass slippers all over the blunt
Never been shocked I just ignored..
Take a look at the tyga's eyes
I relove but in hate the real bomb
So now my face gone had me my space and now I do facebook
Serious look at my face look
How could a man crow how I ..look
'Cause you walk with me even if I give my foot
Did you think you could
When my emotion grows, I still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
Even if I'm broke I'm still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show
I don't wanna feel like most rappers feel
When they get deal like young bigger than him
He still loco gotta keep it real 'cause the real go loco
...
So I guess now I owe you no I hope you
Watch them niggas close to you
But don't compare careers. in his fools
I can act like knew you..
Dropped out like I said I knew a fool
..now me and mama..
Told her I won't lose
Show her a jimmy chu
She probably sun..and probably..
Aha oh what a feeling to be loved
Oh what feeling to be loved
I wish I could fly like a dog
When my emotion grows, I still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
Even if I'm broke I'm still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show
I've learned that people forget what you say
People will forgive what you did and done
But people will never forget how you made them feel
Don't cry because its over, smile because it happened
Cole world niggas running for the hit
As the globe ... gonna stand on your feet
Before I say it to my girl, I say it to the beat
And I play for the world and they say this sh-t is deep
My life changed and as you speak
They actin like they never seen a nigga on the beach
I say fly like a dove hope there ain't no sharks in my water
They holla at my momma see obama do his thing
Now look how far because they came
They had us on a chain now we countin bigger change
I ain't sayin that im smart but ol nigga don't trip
But they had us on the whips now we countin the whips
Oh shit when they have get before we rise
I'm now tryin to get rich I survive and the nigga
Got God to thank, and I'm still throwin 5's in the tank
When my emotion grows, I still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
Even if I'm broke I'm still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show
Even if I'm broke I'm still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show
Nigga walk in my life feel like I'm running through a real life
Don't believe what the..right
Mother f*ckers when they call me so they call me mike
I'm just chillin watching the fight
If your friends girls hold me some mice
Table glass slippers all over the blunt
Never been shocked I just ignored..
Take a look at the tyga's eyes
I relove but in hate the real bomb
So now my face gone had me my space and now I do facebook
Serious look at my face look
How could a man crow how I ..look
'Cause you walk with me even if I give my foot
Did you think you could
When my emotion grows, I still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
Even if I'm broke I'm still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show
I don't wanna feel like most rappers feel
When they get deal like young bigger than him
He still loco gotta keep it real 'cause the real go loco
...
So I guess now I owe you no I hope you
Watch them niggas close to you
But don't compare careers. in his fools
I can act like knew you..
Dropped out like I said I knew a fool
..now me and mama..
Told her I won't lose
Show her a jimmy chu
She probably sun..and probably..
Aha oh what a feeling to be loved
Oh what feeling to be loved
I wish I could fly like a dog
When my emotion grows, I still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
Even if I'm broke I'm still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show
I've learned that people forget what you say
People will forgive what you did and done
But people will never forget how you made them feel
Don't cry because its over, smile because it happened
Cole world niggas running for the hit
As the globe ... gonna stand on your feet
Before I say it to my girl, I say it to the beat
And I play for the world and they say this sh-t is deep
My life changed and as you speak
They actin like they never seen a nigga on the beach
I say fly like a dove hope there ain't no sharks in my water
They holla at my momma see obama do his thing
Now look how far because they came
They had us on a chain now we countin bigger change
I ain't sayin that im smart but ol nigga don't trip
But they had us on the whips now we countin the whips
Oh shit when they have get before we rise
I'm now tryin to get rich I survive and the nigga
Got God to thank, and I'm still throwin 5's in the tank
When my emotion grows, I still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
Even if I'm broke I'm still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show
Writer: DACOURY NATCHE, JUSTIN SCOTT, JASON POUNDS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Cadillactica is the second studio album by American rapper Big K.R.I.T. It was released on November 10, 2014, by Cinematic Music Group and Def Jam Recordings. The album features guest appearances from Raphael Saadiq, E-40, Wiz Khalifa, Kenneth Whalum III, Mara Hruby, Rico Love, Bun B, Devin the Dude, Big Sant, Jamie N Commons, Lupe Fiasco and ASAP Ferg.
The album debuted at number five on the US Billboard 200 and was supported by three singles: "Pay Attention", "Cadillactica" and "Soul Food". It was also met with widespread acclaim from critics who praised the soulful production and thoughtful lyrics, ending up on many end-of-year lists.
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Big KRITThe album debuted at number five on the US Billboard 200 and was supported by three singles: "Pay Attention", "Cadillactica" and "Soul Food". It was also met with widespread acclaim from critics who praised the soulful production and thoughtful lyrics, ending up on many end-of-year lists.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 56:10
Released: November 10th, 2014
Year: 2014