In My Hand

[Intro]

Love me, or leave me (Statik Selektah)

You can go your own way baby

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.]

Uh, love it or leave it, roll it, hold a dollar

Break it, show it, pour up, pop a collar

Feed the family, growing on land

Own it, pay it, put it in my hand

Love it or leave it, roll it, hold a dollar

Break it, show it, pour up, pop a collar

Feed the family, growing on land

Own it, pay it, put it in my hand

[Verse 1: Bun B]

Big Bun B the Trill OG, et cetera

Better than any competitor lyrical predator

No, I'm not a trick, I don't make offers to hoes so

If it ain't about some business, then my office is closed

I don't worry about niggas that don't matter

So I just let them chatter before they end up tar and feathеred and battered

I got grandbabiеs now and they be needin they Papa

So I'd rather spend time with them than strip you down to hog maw

No applause 'cause there's no need to flatter me

As you can see There's no room in my back for a battery

So say the speak 'cause we ain't listening no way

This the grown folks table, so you youngsters could go play

I'm from the old days where we went by the old laws

And we don't give a fuck about a fuckboy's faux pas

So if we talking and I'm feeling some pressure and your conjecture

Then the hands of God is ready to bless you, end of the lecture

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.]

Uh, love it or leave it, roll it, hold a dollar

Break it, show it, pour up, pop a collar

Feed the family, growing on land

Own it, pay it, put it in my hand

Love it or leave it, roll it, hold a dollar

Break it, show it, pour up, pop a collar

Feed the family, growing on land

Own it, pay it, put it in my hand

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]

Uh, love it or leave it, breathe it in or suffocate

This side been all in your face like Anna Mae eat the cake

Just swallow it whole, I'm hotter than pots on a stove

That bubble from powder that turn to soap

With hammers no arms could hold

If the flow didn't lock up, why did you scrape the bowl?

My pocket like a giant powerlifter, swole

The passerbys pay the price for greatness, told

There's only one word to describe this here: sold

My caliber's that of legendary, from around the way

Since "Country Shit", I've been telling y'all listen to UGK

Fifteens knock and the bumpers spray

Not even a microphone delays my time

I cultivated my place to shine

And shade ain't did nothing but kept me cool

Like a perm on David Ruffin, The Temptations, oh so smooth

Vinyl record cracking, rocking with Bun and Statik, I'm in the groove

Ain't nothing changed since I was in a bucket wishing for Vogues

Learn to love it or leave it, go and achieve it, Multi on these hoes

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.]

Uh, love it or leave it, roll it, hold a dollar

Break it, show it, pour up, pop a collar

Feed the family, growing on land

Own it, pay it, put it in my hand

Love it or leave it, roll it, hold a dollar

Break it, show it, pour up, pop a collar

Feed the family, growing on land

Own it, pay it, put it in my hand

[Verse 3: Cal Wayne]

You ever had to rig your antenna grip pliers to make that channel switch?

Black forces Balencis take away from my ratchetness

Money, it can't buy you love but it can bring you happiness

Especially when you went a long time of never having shit

Turn a good guy a gangsta, a good girl to a nasty bitch

Sleeping on air mattresses, it'll bring out the savageness

Finding real niggas like dinosaurs, it ain't happening

They passive on that capping shit, fresh out trying to adapt to shit

Choppers on, them numbers is wrong, measures inaccurate

I miss my real niggas like I miss that real Activis

This for all the times I went to school up in that tacky shit

Know it's Houston when you see that swinger on the back of it

Prison cell, I ain't going back to it

It's different when you really really live it like you wrapping it

Out of state and moving weight, teenagers trafficking

White like a napkin and stuffing out them packages in the ghetto