Lil B lyrics : "Rags To Riches"
And family, I met you a lot of times man
You feel me?
I know you said numb this %#@! man
I know you talkin bout you ain't leavin me man but?
^!$$% sound like you man
(*##$ you know it's all gutta
Yea, how you ^!$$%s gon feel that
I come with the Glock to scope your #~!!@ red back
Gon see these bullets, you can go a ^!$$% 10 strap
Made it from rag to riches, I really get that
You don't understand, cuz you don't really get back
You a good actor, you ain't really near that
My broke (*##$ drive Maserati
She cool with me, you know we down to catch a body
Glock 9 kick back like a pump shawty
Girlfriend duck, she a dumb hottie
Real talk man, the ^!$$% need somebody
I breathe like you, I dream like you
I'm just based god, bade god, fiendin for the based god
Let me tell you something bout the mother$#&@in based god
^!$$%s jumped quick on the next hype
Sell drugs and guns in my past life
Nah tickets, of our mother$#&@in past life
Gotta sign this 16, tell me what's that like
Still in the hood with the mother$#&@in crack pipes
Guns in the struggle, still with the red eyes
Still with that mother$#&@in muscle
^!$$%s in the street, have to have, hard to hustle
^!$$%s catch says and get back on the double
Take 2 for 1, you really in trouble
Really got problems, ya sure who love you
Calling from the angels, nobody was above you
Money can't buy when a real friend hug you
Of course the next trust, really say they love you
I'm packin my clothes, just movin out to Paris
Negatives 3d, I gotta play even
Money coming out the wall about 10 seasons
Whole court (*##$, I'm going too creezy
(*##$es feel me, ^!$$%s hatin on me
But I swear to God, man they ho $#&@in feel me
All day man, I'm all off Achile
$#&@ing around with me is really no ceilings
Shout out to Lil Wayne, yea
Lil B, ya feel me?
I get a lil brain from the bad (*##$
And I swear to God she ain't have no accent
This Lil B!
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