Big K.R.I.T. - Conscious Effort Freestyle lyrics

Early like the mornin', yawnin'
Wipe the crust from my third eye
To peep the true intentions of buzzards
Flock and chirp like they're lovers
But pull their talons in public
Scratch you out like the lotto, these
Niggas hoes for the ducket's, i swear
Cause money make niggas change
Like dollar bills seen it once or twice
Nigga blocked your life, that shit for real
Brutus came through thrice and he murked
Out Caesar after all them years
Now what makes you think your shit don't
Stink and you won't get killed
Cause always someone riding
Rolling their eyes
At the fact I'm a king and I'm
So modest about my rivalries from
Other kingdoms
It's such an oddity that being humble
Could be a sign of weakness
When they know that I know
That I body them so
Why waste the cavalry? No need for casualties
When niggas know that their time is up
Like what the fuck they rhymin' for?
What these labels signing for? It's
Hard to find it comical
Cause this ain't Saturday Night Live
No adlib, no high five, just chess moves
I wreck that shit, never
Peck that shit, bitch, how dare you?
I'm my only competition
There's no one else to compare to
Unless it's Zeus or Thor
Or a mystical creature that only eat beats
And emcees so feed me more
I wonder if all this hard
Work really gonna pay up
While laying up in the villa with broads
That's dying for me to slay on
Not even tripping on blog sites 'cuz
They draw light to them haters
Could let a nigga tell it
Them niggas is jealous comment on my flavors
Favors, shit I don't do them hoes lately
Big frontyard, big backyard
Have 'em send smoke signals to my neighbors
Got a driveway around my way
You a quarterback throwing papers
I ain't worried 'bout no jack boy
These white folks pullin' capers
Where I stay and I bet
They think I'm a dopeboy
Cause, I walk that way
And I talk that way to them folk boy
Sit my rims on the curb, Captain
Phillips couldn't sail where I float, boy
Was a hustler at birth
I could sell Mr clean some soap boy
Been a while since I feel
Like talking that shit
Over-confident, common sense
Commonly that we get
Honesty is a commodity, similes ain't my shit
I could say it's popping for sure
You probably think I'm frying fish
Maybe I was, ho
Cause dropping a boombox in your bathtub was
The only way you could buzz mo'
And yeah, that's cutthroat
But, it's slice her neck or cut a check
It ain't my shit if It ain't wrecked
It must be y'alls if it was stepped on
Yo bitch a freak, fucked her to sleep
And that was the last time I was slept on
Shit, I woke up and fucked her
Again so she ain't sleep long, nigga