"Lions And Lambs" lyrics - BIG K.R.I.T.

"Lions And Lambs"

Time never waits for no man
Peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Get money, split it up with my brohams
When you go outside don't let the door slam
Don't let the door slam [3x]
When you go outside


Gracious lord I say a prayer for all of mine
Searching for a fixin in these broken times
I let my anger feed my hunger pain
Plotting With my brother from another mother about running things
Another round table mission
'Cause rap ain't paying off and ain't no food in the kitchen
So I am gonna get these p's with the elle with the smell that make the smokers go crazy Can you feel me like braille
Politikn bout a move or two
So we can put on for the city like they used to do
And all them hoes that didn't call me boo
Or break their backs when they see that boy im cruising through
'Cause they respect it when your clockin major figures
Throwing turkeys with the stuffin off of 18 wheelers
Watchin' for the laws with the judges on call
Shuck and jivin to get by with this pistol in my drawers


Now who is that peeking in my window
Music on crescendo
Vibin' to the sounds of the endo
Playin' king kong no nintendo
I can't trust a soul niggas givin up their kin folk
Grandmammas mamma and baby mothers
Grandfathers fathers and baby brothers
Get scared find themselves undercover
You knew the consequences of pushing them junkies hubbas
I tell the story how it be
Don't bring no dirt in mine
Don't speak on what you see
Always call before you come
You get jammed you don't know me
Leave that wire at the door
Wash your hands before you eat
Don't play the game if it ain't keeps
Be ready for the finals
Better practice what you preach
You ain't the stand up type then find a seat
Your blood is thicker than water but both them things leak


Them tattletales tell the tales of cars and clothes
Of playa that pose for cameras and shine for hoes
Gleam and glow under strobes of lights in the club
Where drinks is thirty and shots is dubs
And people give kisses and hugs to niggas with plugs
Minus the sink, not talkin bout tubs
Talking about bass, you thinking bout sub
Marine maybe
They other holes in your boat
The people that tell be people you know
The people that hurt be people you owe
Time, now daddy ain't around to hold them down now
For the benz with drawers and rims
Instead of breaking even with odds and ends
You doing 5 to 10 on the late night
For swimming in pools with great whites
They smell that dirty money
No last train to London, or Paris
Life is more then carats and fur coats
On the low that tick tock is worth more