Big K.R.I.T. - Big Brother (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro:] I like this beat I mean it's just a loop and all But, f** it I'mma spit anyway Buck, I'm just gonna spazz on these n***as real quick [Big KRIT:] Krizzle, he a new breed, life's like a movie All the newcomers like, who he? who me? Just a n***a straight up out the gutter With the sk** to make a New Yorker wanna be Southern Streetlights tell the stories of the real n***as Pardon me if half the time I don't feel n***as Like honestly, how the f** you get a deal n***a? I guess once I get on, I'mma have to k** n***as Lord I was tryin' not to push it to the ledge The grind ain't sturdy and we hangin' on the edge Mississippi got next, you heard what I said? Now still I'd rap some of the best when I'm dead Check my cred, k**er is a fact I'm talkin' 'bout bars, I ain't talkin' 'bout pecs When I get green like Gumby, I stretch A pair of J's out the case, yea I'm that fresh Yes, give me any beat and I k** it like it's livin' I only do me, cause f** how they feelin' That green that I'm tottin' got me higher than the ceilin' The whip color Sunny-D n***a, I'm orange peelin' Streetlight chillin', n***as can't touch me Car without an engine, b**h you can't budge me Heard the lames hate me and they baby mommas love me If they didn't handcuff 'em at my show they'd prolly f** me I'm a little crazy, I'm a little off though Put you on display in the day like a car show Toss you in the trunk and drive away with the cargo All I see is snow-bunnies call me Donny Darko Grill look mean on the whip it's a gargoyle It's the sh** n***as in the hood sell hard for A fine crib and a Lambo Mercilago A1 Credit and the next Top Model But you know n***as Think they guns can stop 4 n***as Claim they hard as hell, but really ho n***as Slow n***as never get paid Gold diggers get played And lame n***as never get laid Unless they throwin' fetti at a chick that call me daddy She bring me all the money cause she know that make me happy Go out and break her back just to keep her n***a flashy And see me on top, she thought it was a cla**ic I'm a nervous wreck on the mic, I keep spazzin' Married to my money and she havin' contractions Gave birth to money with (?) cla**es My Tyler dig the new line of rubberband fashion Chill