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

[Chorus:] Time never waits for no man, peep it slow hand Lions is all we really no lambs Get money split it over my broham When you go outside don't let the door slam Don't let the door slam Don't let the door slam Don't let the door slam When you go outside... Ok so time never waits for no man, peep it slow hand Lions is all we really no lambs Get money split it over my broham When you go outside don't let the door slam Don't let the door slam Don't let the door slam Don't let the door slam When you go outside (keep quiet) [Verse 1:] Grace is low 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 thangs Another round table mission Cause rap ain't paying off & ain't no food in the kitchen So I'm a get thee peed with that L or that smell That make the smoker go crazy can you feel me like Brail? Politicking bout a move or two So we can put on for the city like they used to do And all them hoes that didn't call me boo I break they backs when they see that wrong cruising through Cause they respect it when they clocking major figures Throwing turkey with the stuffing off a 18 wheelers Watching for the laws with the judges on call Shuck and jivein to get by with this pistol in my draws [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Now who that peaking in my window? Music on crescendo, vibin' to the sounds of the indo Playing King Kong on Nintendo I can't trust a soul n***as giving up they kinfolk Grandmammas, mamas and baby mothers Grandfathers, fathers and baby brothers Get scared find themselves undercover You knew the consequences of pushing the junky's hubors I tell the story how it be Don't bring no dirt in mind Don't speak on what you see Always call before you gone You get jammed you don't know me Leave that wire at the door Wash your hand before you eat Don't play the game if it ain't keeps Be ready for the finals better practice what you preach You ain't the stand-up type that find a seat Your blood is thicker than water but both them thang leak [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Them tattletales tell the tales of cars and clothes The playa that pose for cameras and shine on hoes Glim and glow wonder stroll with lights in the club With drinks as 30 and shots as dubs And people get kisses and hugs then n***as with plugs Minus the sink, not talking bout tubs Talking bout base you thinking bout sub-marine maybe The weather holes in yo boat The people that tell me people you know The people that hurt, the people you owe, time Now Daddy ain't around to hold them down, nah For the Benz with broads 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, the last train to London Or Paris, life is more than carats and fur coats On the low that tic toc is worth mo' [Chorus]