Big K.R.I.T. - Country Cousin Anonymous lyrics
[Big K.R.I.T. - Country Cousin Anonymous lyrics]
Country nigga anonymous young Krizzle, ugh
Ugh, still tippy toeing
Old school caddy doorin'
Country boy, way too hot in here
Shit I been hot for years
Swimming through the trenches
Roaches in yo kitchen
Peeking out the window doing dishes
Who that is that look suspicious?
Cutting through the yard
Trying to make a living
Now it's workers in the field bald
Faded when they trim it
Line it up to the tippy top
With a bitch that love shining knob
Like she missed a spot
You would think she missed a lot
I'm just tryna whip this money till it hurt
I remember every face that used
To say this wouldn't work
To a dreamer that’s like non
Believers talking to a church
Used to people looking down on me
I come from the dirt
I come from a place where people
Always have to stick together
Pillow talking with these hoes the
Only time you ruffle feathers
Trying not to worry bout these
Haters and business ventures
Easter Sunday penny loafers last
Time I penny pinch like fuck them niggas
We gon ball under the skylight
Don’t worry if you missed the game
We got highlights free agent on the court
I know my score and what I'm worth
I'm not sure what all these niggas getting
But you pay me first we just on it though
Now days the rap game a
Junkie in the corner store
Whole lot of hand outs, I used to know
I used to go to studios, I used to flow
Remember ol buddy that was buzzin
You'se too young but I know you know
Bitch, no I don’t
Took a song with multi to the fullest
A chopper with the product in the booth
I'm sweating bullets
Life’s a gamble, this a slot machine
I'ma pull it
I got steak I got shrimp I got lobster
What you cooking?
3 mins, they got 45 left - who you booking?
Yeah that one song killed then it died
I was looking
Catalogue mid major, a whole lotta rookies
Striped badges, girls scouting niggas
Whole lotta cookies
Ain't no need to write a verse
A whole lotta hooking rap game was a parent
There's a whole lotta whoopin's
Ain't no time outs
Write your name 100 times and sign out
More like suck that shit up right now
What you crying bout?
You the sub of the sub of the sub of the sub
That ain't start, why you trying out?
Why I gotta be the only
One that see it clearly?
Maybe outside looking in means
You come from Mississippi hold up
Maybe outside looking in means
You come from Mississippi hold up
My nigga like "Goddamn, why you stop?"
Maybe outside looking in means
You come from Mississippi, krizzle
Ugh, still tippy toeing
Old school caddy doorin'
Country boy, way too hot in here
Shit I been hot for years
Swimming through the trenches
Roaches in yo kitchen
Peeking out the window doing dishes
Who that is that look suspicious?
Cutting through the yard
Trying to make a living
Now it's workers in the field bald
Faded when they trim it
Line it up to the tippy top
With a bitch that love shining knob
Like she missed a spot
You would think she missed a lot
I'm just tryna whip this money till it hurt
I remember every face that used
To say this wouldn't work
To a dreamer that’s like non
Believers talking to a church
Used to people looking down on me
I come from the dirt
I come from a place where people
Always have to stick together
Pillow talking with these hoes the
Only time you ruffle feathers
Trying not to worry bout these
Haters and business ventures
Easter Sunday penny loafers last
Time I penny pinch like fuck them niggas
We gon ball under the skylight
Don’t worry if you missed the game
We got highlights free agent on the court
I know my score and what I'm worth
I'm not sure what all these niggas getting
But you pay me first we just on it though
Now days the rap game a
Junkie in the corner store
Whole lot of hand outs, I used to know
I used to go to studios, I used to flow
Remember ol buddy that was buzzin
You'se too young but I know you know
Bitch, no I don’t
Took a song with multi to the fullest
A chopper with the product in the booth
I'm sweating bullets
Life’s a gamble, this a slot machine
I'ma pull it
I got steak I got shrimp I got lobster
What you cooking?
3 mins, they got 45 left - who you booking?
Yeah that one song killed then it died
I was looking
Catalogue mid major, a whole lotta rookies
Striped badges, girls scouting niggas
Whole lotta cookies
Ain't no need to write a verse
A whole lotta hooking rap game was a parent
There's a whole lotta whoopin's
Ain't no time outs
Write your name 100 times and sign out
More like suck that shit up right now
What you crying bout?
You the sub of the sub of the sub of the sub
That ain't start, why you trying out?
Why I gotta be the only
One that see it clearly?
Maybe outside looking in means
You come from Mississippi hold up
Maybe outside looking in means
You come from Mississippi hold up
My nigga like "Goddamn, why you stop?"
Maybe outside looking in means
You come from Mississippi, krizzle