Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lost Generation, artist - Big K.R.I.T.. Album song Cadillactica, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Def Jam Recordings Release;
Song language: English
Lost Generation |
Came back like the Mack, Caddy cut dime in the back |
Eight track slap off the rack, I have to relapse |
Po' of the fo' out the tap, break a pro back 'til it snap |
She lives in my lap, eager to give up her snatch |
Still on the prowl for my match |
The milk and the honey, it’s all about the love of the money |
Space age pimp was adept, that’s after the fact |
Land and I make contact, destroy if they give their bomb back |
Prepare for combat, peace and love still beyond that |
Share the win with my comrades, that’s actual fact |
Odd, but they actually lack at the peak of impact |
Where the soul and mind is attached |
Stars will align on the map, my plan of attack |
For the lost generation |
This ain’t meant to be preached on |
This here meant to be teached on |
I know that you ain’t got much time |
I promise this rhyme won’t take long |
You need it in your life like you need a better job |
Like you need another hobby |
Instead of waiting in the lobby, with the soft and the hard |
Until the police holla copy, freeze |
I know how it get when you ain’t got shit to flush |
And them balloons you bought getting bust |
'Cause everybody want mo' than what they really say so |
You don’t know who to trust |
On the outside looking in of the Beamer, Bentley, Benz |
Dreaming about the backseat |
But you don’t know what the driver had to do just to pass by you |
That’s if you ask me |
So, shawty, don’t do the dash on 'em |
I hope you never crash on 'em |
What good is flashin' or livin' the fastest |
If you in a casket? |
I couldn’t imagine |
My mama hanging over me crying |
'Cause my soul is too young to let go of me |
I’m saying what I gotta |
Cause the club songs ain’t saving my partner |
Came back like the Mack, Caddy cut dime in the back |
Eight track slap off the rack, I have to relapse |
Po' of the fo' out the tap, break a pro back 'til it snap |
She lives in my lap, eager to give up her snatch |
Still on the prowl for my match |
The milk and the honey, it’s all about the love of the money |
Space age pimp was adept, that’s after the fact |
Land and I make contact, destroy if they give their bomb back |
Prepare for combat, peace and love still beyond that |
Share the win with my comrades, that’s actual fact |
Odd, but they actually lack at the peak of impact |
Where the soul and mind is attached |
Stars will align on the map, my plan of attack |
For the lost generation |
Nigga, we ain’t lost |
This the bitch I’m a boss generation |
(For the lost generation) |
Nigga, we ain’t lost |
This is xans got me nodding off generation |
(For the lost generation) |
Nigga, we ain’t lost |
This the puttin' candy in my cough generation |
(For the lost generation) |
Nigga, we ain’t lost |
You can find me jumping off the porch generation |
(For the lost generation) |
For that, KRIT, let’s kill these niggas |
You got skills to help build these killers (Killers) |
Take the murder rate even higher (Higher) |
And take a nigga bitch in the process |
Turn the whole thing into a contest |
My nigga fuck this mic |
We should be fucking with MIC |
Military industrial complex |
And we can get rich, nigga, fuck showing love |
They ain’t listening to us |
They ain’t playing this bitch in the club |
So let’s get paid, turn these motherfuckers into slaves |
School is for lames, man, these niggas join gangs |
Fuck Martin Luther King, nigga, fuck change |
Fuck peace, I want a chain |
With Jesus on the end of that bitch like blam! |
Fuck peace, I want a plane |
Fill that bitch with cocaine |
And make these bitches move their booties |
And help these niggas make their movies |
Talk these niggas into their graves |
And talk these hoes out their Coogies |
Came back like the Mack, Caddy cut dime in the back |
Eight track slap off the rack, I have to relapse |
Po' of the fo' out the tap, break a pro back 'til it snap |
She lives in my lap, eager to give up her snatch |
Still on the prowl for my match |
The milk and the honey, it’s all about the love of the money |
Space age pimp was adept, that’s after the fact |
Land and I make contact, destroy if they give their bomb back |
Prepare for combat, peace and love still beyond that |
Share the win with my comrades, that’s actual fact |
Odd, but they actually lack at the peak of impact |
Where the soul and mind is attached |
Stars will align on the map, my plan of attack |
For the lost generation |
Nigga, we ain’t lost |
This the bitch I’m a boss generation |
(For the lost generation) |
Nigga, we ain’t lost |
This is xans got me nodding off generation |
(For the lost generation) |
Nigga, we ain’t lost |
This the puttin' candy in my cough generation |
(For the lost generation) |
Nigga, we ain’t lost |
You can find me jumping off the porch generation |
(For the lost generation) |