Big K.R.I.T. - Lions & Lambs lyrics
[Big K.R.I.T. - Lions & Lambs lyrics]
Time never wait's for no man
Peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Get money, split it up with 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
Okay, so, time never wait's for no man
Peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Get money, split it up with 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)
Gracious Lord, I say a prayer for all of mine
Searching for a fixin' in these broken times
I let my anger feed my hunger pains
Plottin' with my brother from another
Mother about runnin' things
Another round table mission
'Cause rap ain't paying off and ain’t
No food in the kitchen
So I'ma get these P's with
The L with the smell
That make them smokers go crazy
Can you feel me, like braille?
Politickin' '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"
Or break their backs when they see
That boy I'm cruising through
'Cause they respect it when
You're clockin major figures
Throwing turkeys with the stuffin'
Off of eighteen-wheelers
Watchin' for the laws with the judges on call
Shuck and jivin to get by with
This pistol in my drawers
Time never wait's for no man
Peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Get money, split it up with 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
Okay, so, time never wait's for no man
Peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Get money, split it up with 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)
Now who's that peeking in my window?
Music on crescendo
Vibin' to the "Sounds of the Indo'"
Playin' "King Kong" on Nintendo
I can't trust a soul niggas
Givin up their kinfolk
Grandmamas, mamas, and baby-mothers
Grandfathers, fathers, and baby brothers
Get scared, find themselves undercover
You knew the consequences of
Pushing them junkies hubbas
I tell the story how it be
Don’t bring no dirt in mine
Don’t speak on what you see
Always call before you come
You get jammed, you don’t know me
Leave that wire at the door
Wash your hands 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, then find a seat
Your blood is thicker than water
But both them things leak
Time never wait's for no man
Peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Get money, split it up with 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
Okay, so, time never wait's for no man
Peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Get money, split it up with 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)
Them tattletales tell the tales
Of cars and clothes
Of players that pose for cameras
And shine for hoes
Gleam and glow under strobes of
Lights in the club
Where drinks is thirty and shots is dubs
And people give kisses and hugs
To niggas with plugs
Minus the sink, not talkin' 'bout tubs
Talking about bass, you thinking
'bout sub' marine, maybe
They other holes in your boat
The people that tell be people you know
The people that hurt be people you owe time
Now, Daddy ain't around to hold them down now
For the Benz with drawers and rims
Instead of breaking even with odds and ends
You doing five-to-ten on the late night
For swimming in pools with great whites
They smell that dirty money
No last train to London or Paris
Life is more than carats and fur coats
On the low, that tick-tock is worth more
Time never wait's for no man
Peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Get money, split it up with 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
Okay, so, time never wait's for no man
Peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Get money, split it up with 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)
Peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Get money, split it up with 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
Okay, so, time never wait's for no man
Peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Get money, split it up with 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)
Gracious Lord, I say a prayer for all of mine
Searching for a fixin' in these broken times
I let my anger feed my hunger pains
Plottin' with my brother from another
Mother about runnin' things
Another round table mission
'Cause rap ain't paying off and ain’t
No food in the kitchen
So I'ma get these P's with
The L with the smell
That make them smokers go crazy
Can you feel me, like braille?
Politickin' '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"
Or break their backs when they see
That boy I'm cruising through
'Cause they respect it when
You're clockin major figures
Throwing turkeys with the stuffin'
Off of eighteen-wheelers
Watchin' for the laws with the judges on call
Shuck and jivin to get by with
This pistol in my drawers
Time never wait's for no man
Peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Get money, split it up with 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
Okay, so, time never wait's for no man
Peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Get money, split it up with 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)
Now who's that peeking in my window?
Music on crescendo
Vibin' to the "Sounds of the Indo'"
Playin' "King Kong" on Nintendo
I can't trust a soul niggas
Givin up their kinfolk
Grandmamas, mamas, and baby-mothers
Grandfathers, fathers, and baby brothers
Get scared, find themselves undercover
You knew the consequences of
Pushing them junkies hubbas
I tell the story how it be
Don’t bring no dirt in mine
Don’t speak on what you see
Always call before you come
You get jammed, you don’t know me
Leave that wire at the door
Wash your hands 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, then find a seat
Your blood is thicker than water
But both them things leak
Time never wait's for no man
Peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Get money, split it up with 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
Okay, so, time never wait's for no man
Peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Get money, split it up with 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)
Them tattletales tell the tales
Of cars and clothes
Of players that pose for cameras
And shine for hoes
Gleam and glow under strobes of
Lights in the club
Where drinks is thirty and shots is dubs
And people give kisses and hugs
To niggas with plugs
Minus the sink, not talkin' 'bout tubs
Talking about bass, you thinking
'bout sub' marine, maybe
They other holes in your boat
The people that tell be people you know
The people that hurt be people you owe time
Now, Daddy ain't around to hold them down now
For the Benz with drawers and rims
Instead of breaking even with odds and ends
You doing five-to-ten on the late night
For swimming in pools with great whites
They smell that dirty money
No last train to London or Paris
Life is more than carats and fur coats
On the low, that tick-tock is worth more
Time never wait's for no man
Peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Get money, split it up with 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
Okay, so, time never wait's for no man
Peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Get money, split it up with 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)