Lions & Lambs

Lyrics

[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)