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[Intro] |
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They just gotta surrender |
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You know what I mean? |
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The Based World they gotta |
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It's your boy Lil B |
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You feel me? |
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[Verse 1] |
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They say Lil B is the all-time greatest |
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Load my gun the fuck up, cock back and aim it |
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I'm back in the game, I'm back, I'm back |
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Niggas knocking on your door "I got smack for sale!" |
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Nah, I'm lying bitch, I got weed for sale |
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It's all on my fingers, in-between my nails |
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Boy facing fifth time, how your ass gon make it? |
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He acting like he cool but that shit getting crazy |
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Niggas know that I got a shotgun in the closet |
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Play around and fuck up and you gonna be sleeping in orbit |
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I got a great lawyer so they dropped all my charges |
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Keep it on GP, I'm thugged out regardless |
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Niggas say that I changed, you talk about change? |
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Looking at me like I'm money, you niggas is funny |
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Make a whole fantasy about my goddamn money |
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Niggas thinking that I'm stupid, he act so ruthless |
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I'll leave ya roofless, I'll blow ya top off |
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I'm not soft, I come from the Waterfront that... |
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Bitches think I'm saucy |
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Man I'm like, for real, I smoke dope and my hustle ill |
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Man they say I'm a hitter and I'm a ring leader |
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Only ring I lead is my middle finger |
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And I'm coming from the stripes of the West Coast |
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Shouts out to Jadakiss bruh, I see you folk |
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Shout out to Kanye bruh, I see you Joe |
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Man I'm back in the game with the antidote |
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They ask why the fuck I say I'm god's father |
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It's no disrespect, I just rep the set |
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And I keep it real, Based World make shit happen |
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I was facing 36, this ain't just rapping |
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So every day I smoke one and I sit in a chair |
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I got far as hell, no fear |
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I drop a tear, fire in my eyesight |
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The reason I'm still alive because my rhymes tight |
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And congrats to Jay-Z for having a baby |
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I grew up too fast, I'm just a baby |
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Now a nigga riding planes where shit be crazy |
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Who can I trust? This shit amaze me |
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So now I'm at my story from top to bottom |
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I died in my past life, I'm so cautious |
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Niggas think they can fuck around and catch me slipping |
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I'm a one man army, we fo' sho' chippin |
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My new pistol from Texas, wood-grain gripping |
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And I'm no hit-man, got tunnel vision |
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Man I sleep with a sixth sense |
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My sixth sense get the fuck out cause niggas playing |
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Ride 'round fifteen rounds leave a body laying |
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Niggas stay up on your door, you feel me ay? |
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The whole situation impatient, all I want is... Man you niggas hawking |
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Man you play with the ring, man you got me Dawkins |
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You dead man walking, you really important |
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And now you need reinforcements, call the law enforcement |
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All your fucking partners, cause you're police |
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You're the fucking police, man |
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Surrender to me, White Flame |