Artist: Big K.R.I.T. Album: Return of 4Eva Song: Lions and Lambs Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Chorus: 2X] OK, so time never waits for no man, peep the slow hand Lions is all we really, no lambs Get money, split it up with my broham When you go outside don't let the do' slam Don't let the do' slam Don't let the do' slam Don't let the do' slam When you go outside (keep quiet) [Big K.R.I.T.] Your, your gracious Lord, I say a prayer for all of mine searching for a fixing 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 and ain't no food in the kitchen So I'ma get these Ps with the L with the smell that make them smokers go crazy, can you feel me like braille? 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 will break they backs when they see that boy, I'm cruising through Cause they respect it when you're clocking major figures Throwing turkeys with the stuffing off of eighteen-wheelers Watching for the laws with the judges on call Shuck and jiving to get by with this pistol in my drawers [Chorus] [Big K.R.I.T.] Now who that peeking in my window? Music on crescendo, vibing to the sounds of the endo Playing King Kong, no Nintendo I can't trust a soul, niggas giving up their kinfolk Grandmommas, mommas 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 do', 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 You blood is thicker than water, but both them thangs leak [Chorus] [Big K.R.I.T.] 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 with drinks that's dirty and shots that's dubbed And people give kisses and hugs to niggas with plugs minus the sink, not talking bout tubs, talking bout bass You thinking bout submarine maybe, now where the holes in yo' 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 broads 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 mo' [Chorus]