eyes All that I felt somehow dies No no no no Can't you see what you're doing to me No no no no Don't look at me with that smile Don't act like everything
Big Tymers, nigga (Big Tymers, nigga) I got that work, nigga (I got that work, nigga) Look, look, listen This is where them niggas die fast, sell bricks
Chorus: Hey it dawned on me and I see the big picture I know On everything I love im the shit and I know To do it big I gotta keep em out my business
the road be my guide As I glide in candy cars Underneath the moon and the stars [Big K.R.I.T.] My digital dash As I mash on the gas Don't know where
Whoa, whoa, the Big Tymers, nigga Who? Who? The Big Tymers, nigga Huh? Get it right Bentley interior, I lay back on it Every time a nigga see me, it'
it The big kids don't play Nope, we don't play The big kids don't play Toys ain't us The big kids don't play Huh, we don't play The big kids don't play
always crowned These roads don't move; you're the one that moves these roads don't move; you're the one that moves these roads don't move; you're the
even if it means you don't survive the night But if even if you do you won't survive the hype Of an American rapstar [Big K.R.I.T - Verse 1] Push it
soul G.I. Joes on a her living room flow It seems like yesterday, but she passed so long a go, good heavens I wanna go to church but ain't no good reverends
but they ain't after K.R.I.T. I guess I didn't swag enough Stupid fruity pebble chain, Louis bag enough Popping tags, model bitches, couldn't brag enough
' ... Ahaaa ! You know you want to ride on my locomotive And I'll beat(?) the brakes off the train 'til you can't control it Now won't you chugga chugga
and tired of being a nigga.' I don't wanna be another nigga, Tell the government, I don't wanna be another nigga, Tell htem white folk, I don't wanna
Chevy mayne Restored the frame, blew the brains, out on everything I ain't ashamed, scooped my dame cause she down to roll Since way before, don't touch
2000 and beyond 2000 and beyond 2000 and beyond Tricks and hoes, bitches and stripper poles shake it for dollar signs, let me see from behind the ghetto
With those Lambo doors But I am scared (Yeah) It all ain't enough To free my soul Lord mama I made it VERSE 1 Fuck what they are talking Na It ain't
( Chorus) I got no time to waste, i got more bills to pay, i got more mouths to feed, now, now, now, i got no time to play, i got no need to stay, and
Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop, My rims chop chop, while the bass drop OK I pull up and my partners ask me krizzle where you sub at.. hey fuck them tweeters they ain't
see i was made in my father image and they belittled my deeds the lustful convictions pledge allegiance to the all mighty power and greed see seeds born