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Lil B]
Yeah, yeah we in it, you namsayin'?
This for the struggle you feel me
Real talk man motherfuckers that grew up with dirt
was in that house you didn't even know
You namsayin'? we came up from nothing to that unda man its that struggle music, we done made it

1: Lil B]
Grew up not that a nigga was po
Tryna get it from the stove as well take it all
family broke up cause errybody for self
Nobody fuck with me cause a nigga got it
But I got everything people can't stop it
Tryna go online like
Tryna make more sense a bio
Only for cash
Puttin' money on head, bitch I'm living for that
Had to dig deep and see where my was at
You niggas sold pussy, I can't even with you
I won't go out because I might hurt
Gotta stay cool, cause you get bodied
Real life karate, ain't gon' motherfuckin' ya
Bitch try to kick a motherfuckin'
Better the gun blazer
Got the blazer
The one the Blazers
98 dope act cost as much as the
For real the gat to mats
I'm just even my match
at you bitches in the face
How you gon' face the
Mistakes in props? (You feel me?)
Might as well push cause you won't go shop
Everyday I
And I you get high cause you can't face the truth
Niggas tell lies when they in the
Rap so easy I tell the truth
Lil B past rap all he is presents
Every gift is a wrapped up in a message
My game get deeper a nigga be stressin'
Back the wall, you niggas is rich
I might rob a cause I'm suckin' his bitch
Feel like I go back to hittin licks
Man, some times I'm a bitch
centered, man I'm in the mix
Thank God for all my
I was thinkin' bout life and you was thinkin' bitches
You snitched before, I was minding my
I'm so like the government
And I got street like the government
Everyday I'm so real man, they
Fuck they gon' pay for my strugglin'
Niggas grew up poor and my
Only I know is rap and this thuggin'
Workin hard life not sucker
You feel me? You niggas ain't
I'm comin from the top, I'm like my cousin
Do it for the people that always I wouldn't
Lil

x8]
This is Lil B,
Lil B,

2: Lil B]
You talkin' shit bitch, run up
I'm tryna be cool, but you started drama
And I'mma real cool player cat
to some Jazz and I play a lil' of the sax
Can't be a pimp because I with the mac
Shoutout to lesbians I stay with the strap
They always talk shit, but always say 'Im playin'
Calm hittin' in the hood people sayin' my
I ain't that, took bus rides yeah I did that
Set up some dealers and I left 'em a chin strap
People talk shit and next month die
I'mma 'em in they ass off Xanny and Molly
Everybody sell drugs, you can my dick
Weed a drug too, you bitch
I don't give a fuck man, I'm real as
Shout out to Oakland and Lil B you bitch

3: Lil B]
You suckers talkin' you can get your ass burnt
Shootin' up dope off they kids
Crack house was a nigga
Wonder why a nigga stay there
I got in my heart
Don't hate yourself because you dark
Bitch we gon' live this
If you really from the hood we gon' be
It's Lil