Big K.R.I.T. - Conscious Effort Lyrics
Early like the mornin', yawnin', wipe the crust from my third eyeTo peep the true intentions of buzzardsFlock and chirp like they're lovers, but pull their talons in publicScratch you out like the lotto, these niggas hoes for the ducket's, I swearCause money make niggas change like dollar billsSeen it once or twice, nigga blocked your life, that shit for realBrutus came through thrice and he murked out Caesar after all them yearsNow what makes you think your shit don't stink and you won't get killedCause always someone riding, rolling their eyesAt the fact I'm a king and I'm so modest about my robberies fromOther kingdoms, it's such an oddity that being humble could be a sign of weaknessWhen they know that I know that I body them soWhy waste the cavalry? No need for casualtiesWhen niggas know that their time is up, like what the ***** they rhymin' for?What these labels signing for? It's hard to find it comicalCause this ain't Saturday Night Live, no adlib, no high five, just chess movesI wreck that shit, never peck that shit, *****, how dare you?I'm my only competition, there's no one else to compare toUnless it's Zeus or ThorOr a mystical creature that only eat beats and emcees so feed me moreI wonder if all this hard work really gonna pay upWhile laying up in the villa with broads that's dying for me to slay onNot even tripping on blog sites 'cuz they draw light to them hatersCould let a nigga tell it, them niggas is jealous comment on my flavorsFavors, shit I don't do them hoes latelyBig frontyard, big backyard, have 'em send smoke signals to my neighborsGot a driveway around my way, you a quarterback throwing papersI ain't worried 'bout no jack boy, these white folks pullin' cablesWhere I stay and I bet they think I'm a dopeboyCause I walk that way, and I talk that way to them folk boySit my rims on the curb, Captain Phillips couldn't sail where I float, boyWas a hustler at birth, I could sell Mr. Clean some soap boyBeen a while since I feel like talking that shitOver-confident, common sense, commonly that we getHonesty is a commodity, similes ain't my shitI could say it's popping for sure, you probably think I'm frying fishMaybe I was, hoCause dropping a boombox in your bathtub was the only way you could buzz mo'And yeah, that's cutthroatBut it's slice her neck or cut a checkIt ain't my shit if I ain't wreckedIt must be y'alls if it was stepped onYo ***** a freak, *****ed her to sleepAnd that was the last time I was slept onShit, I woke up and *****ed her again so she ain't sleep long, nigga
