Big K.R.I.T. - XXL Freshman 2011 Cypher - Part 3 lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Yeah I stay shiny, mind clear, with the j**els drippin' off em She say I be k**in' em I say get a coffin Stuntin' I be often They like "What it cost him?" Whole team full of green, you would think we Boston Spalding, Ballin' Flow be on the faucet Middle man shut yo damn mouth, call a boss in Big money on the table, n***a why you talkin'? Black and yellow Maro, murder scene, caution Tape, scrape, all I get is hate Chillin' in the mansion, all you see is gate She say that I'm handsome, she thinking bout a date But I'm just tryna take her home, I'm thinking bout a safe I was just booked, they had me biddin' in the pin house Couple months later, now I'm sittin in the penthouse b**hes f**in' everywhere, you thinkin' it's a pimphouse Engineer lookin', when that boy gon' pull his pen out No pen, no pad, this sh** so sad Sittin in the Aston, this b**h so fast This b**h so bad, I treat her so nice I came so fast, I had to go twice Rob me, no dice, better get your dope slice Puffin' on the diesel gettin' higher than the coat price n***a, you a rat, you a talkin' to them folks type I'm more like the bull that could get 'em by the bow type Meek Milly [Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.] Young Krizzle Yo, yo Do you mind if I murder this? Spit that southern slang over something so conservative Swingin' lane to lane, candy coated sippin' purple sh** Mind frame, I herbal it Southern MC of my caliber, never heard of it Verbally, spit that gospel prophecy in word of it No obstacle can topple my run, simply hurdle it Down to get shells over green this ain't turtle sh** Bolt like Usain, who game to get got I mastered the Shaolin styles of BIG and 2Pac Sweet and sour chicken while my partner workin' two woks Tryna to get that candy paint that's wetter than a dew drop Down to take a loss like give me whatever you got Scrapin' from the game, I'll be a king, just you watch Sippin' fine wine with breadsticks and goulash I'm far far away from sardines and noodles You'd ball hard too if all your life you lived frugal Wishing on a star for J's, but got Pumas That was pa**ed down to you cause your brother outgrew em Yeah, I talk to him [Verse 3: Fred The Godson] Yeah, uh, uh Live from the BX It's funny how I walk around with a .45 and a 3X Big chain get you smoked like I love lucys Just me and my Cubans, I love lucy Finna age, look Omarian I'm center stage, more lies you on I'm ridin' on whatever side you on Black and white, whatever race Relay the message homie with my baton Move pies like Papa John When we in the ride we [?] with the pop on I'm being honest, I got that flame I'm like G-Unit, you ain't got no game All I got is a flow with it I make yo sandwich, no hero son, you gotta roll with it Leave in a OJ when Nicole get it; it's a murder Look, I let the 38 and then the deuce beam him Put his face in a box like he uStreaming Labels I hear offers Had Jay-Z going crazy in the office Car, Cam endorced it, Lenny S forced it Beans tried to take me to Bellevue, I lost it Now rappers should all forfeit, my swag is a ladder, I will never fall off it Those who can't hear, I appear to flow awkward Spitting out of this world, chewing on some Orbit You ain't a boss so dont walk it or talk it You better off the bench, the more [?], I'm nauseous I don't feel right deaded Put the M to your head, now you feel light-headed This Halloween it was sick Painted my soul brown, I'm the sh** Fred