Big K.R.I.T., XXL - XXL Freshmen 2011 Cypher - Part 3 lyrics

Yeah i stay shiny, mind clear
With the jewels drippin' off em
She say I be killin' em, I say get a coffin
Stuntin' I be often
They like "What it cost him?"
Whole team full of green
You would think we Boston
Spalding, Ballin', flow be on the faucet
Middle man shut yo damn mouth, call a boss in
Big money on the table
Nigga why you talkin'?
Black and yellow Maro, murder scene, caution
Tape, scrape, all I get is hate
Chillin' in the mansion, all you see is gate
She say that I'm handsome
She thinking bout a date
But I'm just tryna take her home
I'm thinking bout a safe i was just booked
They had me biddin' in the pin house
Couple months later
Now I'm sittin in the penthouse
Bitches fuckin' everywhere
You thinkin' it's a pimp house
Engineer lookin'
When that boy gon' pull his pen out
No pen, no pad, this shit so sad
Sittin in the Aston, this shit so fast
This bitch so bad, I treat her so nice
I came so fast, I had to go twice
Rob me, no dice, better get your dope slice
Puffin' on the diesel gettin' higher
Than the coke price homie, you a rat
You a talkin' to them folks type
I'm more like the bull that could
Get 'em by the bow type meek Milly

Young Krizzle yo, yo
Do you mind if I murder this?
Spit that southern slang over
Something so conservative
Swingin' lane to lane
Candy coated sippin' purple shit
Mind frame, I herbal it
Southern MC of my caliber, never heard of it
Verbally, spit that gospel prophecy
In word of it no obstacle can topple my run
Simply hurdle it
Down to get shells over green
This ain't turtle shit
Bolt like Usain, who game to get got
I mastered the Shaolin styles of BIG and 2Pac
Sweet and sour chicken while my
Partner workin' two woks
Tryna to get that candy paint that's
Wetter than a dew drop
Down to take a loss like
Give me whatever you got
Scrapin' from the game, I'll be a king
Just you watch sippin' fine wine with
Breadsticks and goulash
I'm far far away from sardines and noodles
You'd ball hard too if all
Your life you lived frugal
Wishing on a star for J's, but got Pumas
That was passed down to you
Cause your brother outgrew em
Yeah, I talk to him

Yeah, uh, uh live from the BX
It's funny how I walk around with
A 45 and a 3X
Big chain get you smoked like I love Lucys
Just me and my Cubans, I love Lucy
Finna age, look Omarion
I'm center stage, more lies you on
I'm ridin' on whatever side you on
Black and white, whatever race
Relay the message homie with my baton
Move pies like Papa John
When we in the ride we
Require with the top on
I'm being honest, I got that flame
I'm like G-Unit, you ain't got no game
All I got is a flow with it
I make yo sandwich, no hero son
You gotta roll with it
Leave in a OJ when Nicole
Get it it's a murder look, I let the 38 and
Then the deuce beam him
Put his face in a box like he uStreaming
Labels I hear offers
Had Jay-Z going crazy in the office
Clark Kent endorsed it, Lenny S forced it
Beans tried to take me to Bellevue, I lost it
Now rappers should all forfeit
My swag is a ladder, I will never fall off it
Those who can't hear
I appear to flow awkward
Spitting out of this world
Chewing on some Orbit
You ain't a boss so don't
Walk it or talk it
You better off the bench, the more profit
I'm nauseous i don't feel right deaded
Put the M to your head
Now you feel light headed
This Halloween it was sick
Painted myself brown, I'm the shit fred