Big K.R.I.T. - Look At Us lyrics

[Intro: Smoke DZA] Doing real good for a street n***a Dope sh**, Sean C & LV, n***a [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] Look at you, look at us Everywhere I go b**hes pick us up Westside, hit 'em up And when you think of balling picture us It's my time, live it up I never gave a f** about giving up Just big body Benz' that was kitted up And coming back home with big bags yelling ''split it up'' I talk big sh** when I'm fitted up Get your spending limit up, boy, you been a chump I'm trying to get a Venice head before I'm finished up Versace tortoise shells shades, shades when I'm vintage'd up Still looking like Caine, boy, I'm menace'd up And still praying every night, not just when it's rough If you me n***a be my n***a ever when it's tough And be quick, but never in a rush [Hook] If these walls could talk, they say "Who fresher? Than this new age display of trendsetters?" Money, cars and clothes, what are your endeavors? Your favorite rapper, favorite rapper, hell, I been better [Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.] Let me speak on it, talk sh**, ride clean [?] and like five screens The rap game made the league, they don't supply rings Legends build and conquer, what I look like playing for 5 teams? Nah, I ain't no hoop star, ba**line, [?] Spitting bars and crushing beats will get me in that coupe car Bad b**hes throw digits like rose petals And swing down with a pimp if they know better I was born this fly so where are your feathers? Been at war with words so where are your medals You talk big sh** if your time came No cameras please, you can't picture my mind frame Hell, greatness alone means everything If not, how do you define game? b**bie Miles lifestyle minus unfortunate injury I would go at haters, but I don't have the energy [Hook] [Verse 3: Smoke DZA] Right, n***as underdog of 'em all Underachiever cla**, I'm one of y'all Some fold under pressure and some evolve I was that n***a that thrived off the hating and Rise to the occasion, coming live for money making Home of the brave and ain't no safe haven It's more like West Craven, what is you people saying? No way you can contest, you all are less You n***as is crack sega fresh Give it up, why don't you? Me and my n***as global Nobody know you so like you you only local Everybody can't be Mike, get your Pippen on You think image could save you then get your lifting on I get my piffing on, smoke 'em if you think I'm wrong And you tripping on the same sh** that Mel Gibson on n***as must be on dust End up on your back trying to front on us [Hook] [Outro: Dom Kennedy] Big K.R.I.T., what it be, n***a? Smoke DZA, where that weed, n***a? Put this on repeat, n***a