Big K.R.I.T. - Lions & Lambs lyrics

Chorus Time never wait for no man Peep it slow hand Lions is all, we really no lambs Get money split it up with my brohams. When you go outside dont let the door slam Dont let the door slam x3 When you go outside (repeat) 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 rhyme table mission cause rap aint paying off and aint 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 about a move or two so we can put on for the city like they used to do And all them hos that didnt call me boo or break their backs when they see the ... im cruising through cause they respect it when your clockin major figures throwing turkeys with the stuffin off of 18 wheelers watching for the laws with the judges on call shuck and jivin to get by with this pistol in my drawers Chorus Now who is that peeking in my window music on crescendo vibing to the sounds of the endo playing king kong nintendo i cant trust a soul n***as givin up their kin for 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 Dont bring no dirt in mine Dont speak on what you see Always call before you come You get jammed you dont know me Leave that wife at the door Wash your hands before you eat Dont play the game if it aint keeps Be ready for the finals better practice what you preach You aint the stand up type then find a seat your blood is thicker than water but both them things leak Chorus Them tattletales tell the tales of cars and clothes of playa that holds for cameras and shine for hoes gleam and glow under strobes of lights in the club with drinks that dirty and shots that dubs and people give kisses and hugs to n***as with plugs minus the sink, not talkin bout tubs talking about ba**, you thinking bout sub marine maybe they other other hoes in your boat the people that tell be people you know the people that hurt be people you owe Time, now daddy aint 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 carrots and f** cokes on the low that tick tock is worth more Chorus