bitches don't deserve to rap I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats Trying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go down I cop the four pound and
Peter's pecker picked another pickle bearing pussy pepper Peter's pecker picked another pickle bearing pussy pepper, why? Meeting John Dale's Jr.winked
but I gotta go and spend it Man, I been a bad little jew but I gotta pay the bills now so I gotta chill out I ain't walkin round like I'm splurging wit
what you down to die for Stay strapped these days 'cause I don't know who to trust So I just point my gun everywhere when I bust, fuck these niggas I
I-D-I-O-T, don't know Who the hell I'm supposed to be I-D-I-O-T, AKA I-D-I-O-T Yeah that's me, I-D-I-O-T I put up with being laughed at 'Cause I put
I couldn't breath Why can't I love you I can't let you in Questioning everything I thought you said Tell me I'm crazy for burning our bed No, I didn
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 I'm going fast
I don't know what it is but it makes me feel I'm crazy I don't know what it is but it makes reality hazy I don't know what it is but I got the feeling
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
she passed so long a go, good heavens I wanna go to church but ain't no good reverends She probably frownin' down on me cause I know better But I push
shit They gave me Hell like I asked for it Signing everything under the sun but they ain't after K.R.I.T. I guess I didn't swag enough Stupid fruity
in the caboose I'm more southern than Norfolk, bitch thats why they love what I do Caution.. Danger When I'm on my shit, there ain't no slowin' down
mama shake her head whenever I come 'round Whatever high I had when I saw her might come down I barely go to church but I say I will, I bow my head right
a cig of some cess, pushin' candy cars I did some thangs for that Chevy mayne Restored the frame, blew the brains, out on everything I ain't ashamed,
best dress have to drive a bentley, got me thinkin, i was the less blessed cause i let a middleman, he was cappin wit em askin i dont understand, how
to your kin I don't rap I spit hymns My Gods bigger than them Try to blacken your heart and say were children of men I sin cause i aint perfect But I
( 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
till I get home, I put that on my sub, Chorus: My sub, my sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub, I put that on my sub! My sub, my sub, I
