Big K.R.I.T. - Lost Generation lyrics

[Intro:] (I wish we could stay to see what happens) We have to let them find their way, but we will create an end [Hook - Big KRIT:] Came back like the Mack, Caddy cut dime in the back Eight track slap off the rack, I have to relapse Po' of the fo' out the tap, break a bro back to the snap She lives in my lap, eager to give up a snatch Still on the pry for my match The milk and the honey It's all about the love for the money Space age pimp was adapt, that's after the fact Land that I may contact, destroy if they give their bomb back Prepare for combat, peace and love is beyond that Should've went with my comrades, it's actual fact Eye what they actually lack at the peek of their deck Where their soul and mind is attached Stars fully aligned on the map, my plan of attack For the lost generation [Verse 1 - Big KRIT:] This ain't meant to be preached on This here meant to be teached on I know that you ain't got much time I promise this rhyme won't take long You need it in your life like you need a better job Like you need another hobby Instead of waiting in the lobby, with the soft and the hard Until the police holla copy, freeze I know how it get when you ain't got sh** to flush And them balloons you bought getting bust Cause everybody want mo' than what they really say so You don't know who to trust On the outside looking in of the Beamer, Bentley, Benz Dreaming about the backseat But you don't know what the driver had to do just to pa** by you That's if you ask me So, shawty, don't do the dash on 'em I hope you never crash on 'em What good is flashin' or livin' the fastest If you in a casket? I couldn't imagine My mama hanging over me crying Cause my soul is too young to let go of me I'm saying what I gotta Cause the club songs ain't saving my partner [Hook] [Bridge - Lupe Fiasco (Big KRIT):] n***a, we ain't lost This the b**h I'm a boss generation (For the lost generation) n***a, we ain't lost This is xans got me nodding off generation (For the lost generation) n***a, we ain't lost This the puttin' candy in my cough generation (For the lost generation) n***a, we ain't lost You can find me jumping off Porsche in a race (For the lost generation) [Verse 2 - Lupe Fiasco:] For that, KRIT, let's k** these n***as You got sk**s to help build these k**ers (k**ers) Take the murder rate even higher (higher) And take a n***a b**h in the process Turn the whole thing into a contest My n***a f** this mic We should be f**ing with Mike Military industrial complex And we can get rich, n***a, f** showing love They ain't listening to us They ain't playing this b**h in the club So let's get paid, turn these motherf**ers into slaves School is for lames, man, these n***as join gangs f** Martin Luther King, n***a, f** change f** peace, I want chains G's on the internet, b**h like bam f** peace, I want a plane Fill that b**h with c**aine And make these b**hes move their booties And help these n***as make their movies All these n***as into their graves And top these hoes out their coogies [Hook] [Bridge]