Big Brother (Freestyle)

[Intro:] I like this beat I mean it's just a loop and all But, fuck it I'mma spit anyway Buck, I'm just gonna spazz on these niggas real quick [Big KRIT:] Krizzle, he a new breed, life's like a movie All the newcomers like, who he? who me? Just a nigga straight up out the gutter With the skill to make a New Yorker wanna be Southern Streetlights tell the stories of the real niggas Pardon me if half the time I don't feel niggas Like honestly, how the fuck you get a deal nigga? I guess once I get on, I'mma have to kill niggas Lord I was tryin' not to push it to the ledge The grind ain't sturdy and we hangin' on the edge Mississippi got next, you heard what I said? Now still I'd rap some of the best when I'm dead Check my cred, killer is a fact I'm talkin' 'bout bars, I ain't talkin' 'bout pecs When I get green like Gumby, I stretch A pair of J's out the case, yea I'm that fresh Yes, give me any beat and I kill it like it's livin' I only do me, cause fuck how they feelin' That green that I'm tottin' got me higher than the ceilin' The whip color Sunny-D nigga, I'm orange peelin' Streetlight chillin', niggas can't touch me Car without an engine, bitch you can't budge me Heard the lames hate me and they baby mommas love me If they didn't handcuff 'em at my show they'd prolly fuck me I'm a little crazy, I'm a little off though Put you on display in the day like a car show Toss you in the trunk and drive away with the cargo All I see is snow-bunnies call me Donny Darko Grill look mean on the whip it's a gargoyle It's the shit niggas in the hood sell hard for A fine crib and a Lambo Mercilago A1 Credit and the next Top Model But you know niggas Think they guns can stop 4 niggas Claim they hard as hell, but really ho niggas Slow niggas never get paid Gold diggers get played And lame niggas never get laid Unless they throwin' fetti at a chick that call me daddy She bring me all the money cause she know that make me happy Go out and break her back just to keep her nigga flashy And see me on top, she thought it was a classic I'm a nervous wreck on the mic, I keep spazzin' Married to my money and she havin' contractions Gave birth to money with (?) classes My Tyler dig the new line of rubberband fashion Chill