Lyrics Crickets. - B.Slade

Giving medium the biz
Like the big stuff
But the big stuff
Get treated like it's little stuff
What?
All a homie need is a big fat beat
Rumbling under my feet

You say you're a friend of me
But you are really an actor
Nigga you driving a Tesla
Don't get me gassed up
Goodness and mercy
In case niggas wanna act up
You know when you're blowing up
When they start bringing your past up

B-S-L-A-D-E now
Bringing more bounce to the ounce
I got a couple accounts
Too many Stellars to count
Daddy's got a couple Emmy's yemmy's yeah yeah yeah
Pretend that they don't see me
But they see me yeah yeah yeah
Truth is they just wanna be me yeah yeah yeah

Blessings to my left to my right
But crickets
Weeping just endureth for a night
But crickets
I ain't bitter Betty but I'm better
But crickets
But when I say we should come together
It's like crickets

Oooh little me in a sycamore tree
This guy is so popular I wanna see
But this is my tree buddy uhh uhh
Shhhh not right now
He's trying to see the master
And you're way too loud
Umm actually you're too loud
And I climbed up here
Because I couldn't see Him in the crowd
So if you gonna make noise get down
Don't mess this up for me
I'm only 5'3 (Zacheus' height NOT mine) and
I'm up in the sycamore tree
And I'm buried in with a shovel
Cause I'm on another level
Pipping hot just like a kettle
Well the mystery's solved
And it's settled
I'm g.h.e.t.t.o.
(God has even touched the outcast)

Giving medium the biz
Like the big
But the big stuff
You treating like its little stuff
What?
All a homie need is a big fat beat
Rumbling under my feet

They asking me if I'm doing another
Gospel album
I'm like crickets
Didn't I just drop
One, two, three, four, five, six
Gospel albums
Crickets
You say that you prefer the other name
With the other name
But Crickets
But wasn't he that same one
That had a problem
With the other name
Like crickets

If they ain't saying nothing
That means that you ain't doing nothing
So you said you want the anointing
But that means you gotta go through something
Walking in love and the light
Even though you know
That they up to something
I was looking up to someone yeah
You just a crash test dummy
Running your trap but don't know me
Tap tap tempo but don't metronome me

Shouts out to the San Dago homies
Audience of one
If you wanna hit then pick one
d-dd-dd-d-d dun dun
Slap with a snare and a big dump truck
Yeah saved and sanctified though
Slid in through that slide door
Litty like I'm pyro
Only praises on my row
Woah

Daddy's got a couple Emmy's yemmy's yeah yeah yeah
Pretend that they don't see me
But they see me yeah yeah yeah
Truth is they just wanna be me

Blessings to my left to my right
But crickets
Weeping just endureth for a night
But crickets
I ain't bitter baby but I'm better
But crickets
But when I say we should come together
It's like crickets