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Yeah it's your boy Lil B. A'yo Just Blaze come holla at me bro. It's your boy Lil B Red Flame Mixtape, this the intro If you didn't get Blue Flame go get that to understand this. It's done, rap game's done... My nigga told me if I ever stop rappin The game lost Jordan, trade him to the Magic Exhibit Based not Exhibit C You niggas couldn't see, let me part the sea Part a part of me, nothing pardons me You niggas arguably is worse than me Meet the whole squad, let me go hearse your team Pop bullets in his back make him work his knees This is sick I'm on top now I remember in the hood I was locked down Oakland Havin YA dreams the pen right ahead of me Glad I didn't let a few suckas get ahead of me Now I guarantee that they never be forgettin me Like a hard drive man it's all about the memory Strapped with a vest screaming' muthafuck my enemies Haters fuck around I start movin like a centipede I'm the weed-man so you know I got the remedy Plus I'm a user, dope-fiend music Plus I'm a robber and I dare you suckas push me Got the same pistol that they shootin in Blue Streak SongtexteRidin Aston Martin new suede with the blue seats Then I ride Toyota, hit the hood solo Doin dirt solo I'll tee like Mobo Got the piece like popo, spreadin peace like grown folks My mom should be proud of me I don't know but I'm feelin like she doubtin me Real nigga shit everybody hatin' on me. And you don't know about these handles Most of my songs now I gotta set examples Growin up, I was always the one to have trouble with the ones that was never growin up Now we grown up and they never goin up I swear to god that's the type of shit that make me go nuts Age 16 I was stealin out trucks Had music in the deck, had zips in the trunk Right before class poppin bottles getting drunk Never been a driver, never had a license Walked in my house and it was smellin like incense Bringin home DVD players and TV's Give em to my Mom as presents for creating me And you knowin that I love ya in the hood I'm like Peter Pan passin out hundreds No hate in my heart, I was passin out money 17 I been fuckin stunin (Yeah, uh) Before I was a rapper, I was just a trapper Don't trap the real and I used to have a ski-mask Never rob the family, never rob the innocent Never rob a nigga who you cool and who you kickin with Bringin back the G-code these niggas started breakin' it How you makin death threats to niggas who was makin it At your house mad and you really started hatin em Want to be the hero but you never really takin shit Fuck around with me I leave your ankles split Desert Eagle with extended clips, wishin death to enemies You hate on me, you a fake nigga You a fake nigga like Ricki Lake nigga Heart and soul of a cold-blooded killa But my spirit too pure I had to shower in the river And bless my hart I'm a visionary Speak in 3rd person, cause it's the only one in the city I'm the greatest rapper alive, Lil B I'm the rawest rapper, greatest to ever do it... (Based God mothafuckas!) And I don't know how I survived my childhood A lotta letters and the judge show a lot of love PO hate still do a lot of drugs Violate a couple times now I understand You would act like my friend and send me to the pen Not the pen juvenile hall like a gym Start my day man I'm really nice with the pen... Our world ain't the same I'm thinkin hitman out nigga waitin in the trees If he's relevant, I'm a make him Oddjob I got the goldeneye, I got the? Golden gun I'm on the jet-skis no I'm not James Bond Split a nigga wig make him think that he James Bond If I ain't James Bond, bet I got the same gun Plus I got money in the bank for the bail-bond Pay him 80 G's if he thinkin he can tell on No witness make him run like Rev Run No blood in his jeans (genes) like a stepson Yeah I got 45's I'm travelin to India I'm finna have 10 kids it's my millennium Everything Lil B, everything Based God Berkley like Gotham City, hitman is the Joker Best friend Two-Face Who do I approach when I move at night, like Batman Show my respect with my right hand Solid? eye contact, hip-hop notepads I bring it full contact Really in the hood and I do it no contracts And I won't eat pussy eatin bitches like blunt-wraps When you see me, it's like you seen a holy ghost Put the nine in his mouth nigga like french toast My niggas, we do it real extra-big Wanna book Lil b that's G's Start to see life real like my last name Lil B that pretty bitch run the rap game Hey Just Blaze come holla at me man, come fuck with the greatest bruh. Lil B, rawest rapper alive can't nobody fuck with me. Hey, um, Jay Electronica I'm sorry I had to do that... Aus Songtexte Mania