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
[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 2]
Now who's that peeking in my window?
Music on crescendo, vibin' to the "Sounds of the Indo'"
Playin' "King Kong" on Nintendo
I can't trust a soul niggas givin up their kinfolk
Grandmamas, mamas, 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 door, 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
Your blood is thicker than water, but both them things leak
[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 3]
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
Where drinks is thirty and shots is dubs
And people give kisses and hugs to niggas with plugs
Minus the sink, not talkin' 'bout tubs
Talking about bass, you thinking 'bout sub'—marine, maybe
They other holes in your 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 drawers 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 more
[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)
Write the lyrics for a rap song made in 2011, titled "Lions  Lambs", by artist "Big K.R.I.T.".