[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