Lost Generation

## Song by Big K.R.I.T. featuring Lupe Fiasco

"**Lost Generation**" is a song by Big K.R.I.T., released as the fifteenth track from his second major label studio album, *Cadillactica* (2014). It features Lupe Fiasco on the bridges and second verse.

## Lyrics

**Lyrics**
[Intro]

(I wish we could stay to see what happens)

We have to let them find their way, but we will create again

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

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

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]

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

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

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

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco and (Big K.R.I.T.)]

N\*\*\*a, we ain't lost

This the bitch I'm a boss generation

(For the lost generation)

N\*\*\*a, we ain't lost

This is xans got me nodding off generation

(For the lost generation)

N\*\*\*a, we ain't lost

This the puttin' candy in my cough generation

(For the lost generation)

N\*\*\*a, we ain't lost

You can find me jumping off the porch generation

(For the lost generation)

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]

For that, KRIT, let's kill these n\*\*\*as

You got skills to help build these killers (Killers)

Take the murder rate even higher (Higher)

And take a n\*\*\*a bitch in the process

Turn the whole thing into a contest

My n\*\*\*a fuck this mic

We should be fucking with MIC

Military industrial complex

And we can get rich, n\*\*\*a, 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 n\*\*\*as join gangs

Fuck Martin Luther King, n\*\*\*a, 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 n\*\*\*as make their movies

Talk these n\*\*\*as into their graves

And talk these hoes out their Coogies

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

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

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco and (Big K.R.I.T.)]

N\*\*\*a, we ain't lost

This the bitch I'm a boss generation

(For the lost generation)

N\*\*\*a, we ain't lost

This is xans got me nodding off generation

(For the lost generation)

N\*\*\*a, we ain't lost

This the puttin' candy in my cough generation

(For the lost generation)

N\*\*\*a, we ain't lost

You can find me jumping off the porch generation

(For the lost generation)