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Feelin them good days when it seems to be real And tell me I ain't never forget them days but you know what? She still gutter You feel me? Like motherfuckers still bugging and keeping this shit real in the hood, man I ain't gon lie This here some of the niggas ouchea Aye man, there's still some real people alive You know I ain't forgot about Gino I dedicate this to you, don't forget about me But this Illusions of Grandeur Part 2 Mixtape You know this is just real You know we had it on to history Yea yea yea I was raised in the gutter, shouts out to the big rock I was born in the good, first steps on the black top My hoodie inside out and my pants is backwards There was a blunt in my mouth, staying close to the ratchet My young niggas died, he was cool for the casket But life he was on, I'm still living through asses Niggas don't play me, they just gotta pay me And the hood niggas call me the god of emcee Don't make that, this life shit crazy Gotta play your cards right, pushing the hard white You lost your life like it was clothes I stay close the close Niggas talk, I'm lifting like their home Real niggas from the day don't tuck their chrome SongtexteYou talkin bulshit, you better leave me alone There's no tolerance for these fake ass niggas, I don't fuck with the hood Cuz they snake ass niggas The ones that go to jail keep the couple for job They say life's hard but it's all in your mind You just got a ticket, go pay that fine Now you don't fell of this nigga, it's a long ass line I don't get the food stamps, have no car to drive Walking with my mom, carrying food down the street My arms hurt, beyond the bus now We gon spoo under the bridge I was waiting for the 51 right near canned foods and the saki bar But I stay gassed up and I don't have no car The bus was my friend, it took me places real far Don't forget about me.. Lil B Yea, don't forget about me You can't forget about that dack shit You know? This the real stories, yea Feeling balling to the top Yea, don't forget about me Yea, ride with me one time while we stroll down the memory lane How you gonna dream when you can't turn clear? I have never been scared, I put zips anywhere But I keep my eyes open cuz these snakes is focused You gon ride with that burn and turn his ass to a locust Reincarnated, we gotta try it another life You came back a butterfly, spread your wings and fly I'm sorry that you died but I don't respect you You was a hater on earth, wasn't no more special Now you layin 6 feet, the dream that get you Niggas wanna stay down with that same ass mental You a pimp or you a dealer? Drug addict or a killer? I'm waiting for the day I see a doctor with gold teeth Do it for me, the hood rise asleep Don't forget about me My name's Lil B Thud out the street, Lil B Yea shouts out to 6-3, certain street you know We water frontin Then the shouts out to Buckie South but you are there, you know Shouts out to Oakland, you already know it Shouts out to Rigsby in San Francisco, Valeo Ya feel me? San Jose, EPA, the whole damn bay Marine, shouts to all that You already know it man, we thuggin Shouts out Valejo, you motherfuckin jungle Missouri, I'm talkin about we bag into that real talk we know Shouts out Fresno, we tracin stock yea You know, we've dug into that, 100 Shouts out San Ramon and all that Vic Deville I see you, Sacramento what it is You know we pushin that hard line Reno, south South Nevada, I see you You know we fuckin with that real bird talk You know, shouts out Seattle and all that Ya feel me? Lil B mixtape, Illusions of Grandeur Part 2 Fuck with me Aus Songtexte Mania