Lions & Lambs Big K.R.I.T.

[Hook]
Time never waits 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 waits 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)

[Verse 1]
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