| Yeah its your boy Lil B you namsayin kick back relax namsayin you know how I
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| rock, pretty boy you namsayin? |
| Got all the ladies goin' crazy I don’t know why
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| Im broke
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| Ha! |
| you namsayin? |
| Thousand air holla at me you feel me? |
| Keep it real Imma chop
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| it up spit game
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| Holla at me
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| Relaxation
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| He who walks his own path of greatness will never be ancient
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| This about survival, the jungle is humble and a field full of rivals
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| Who gotta make em bleed, and I ain’t talkin about the cycle
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| Life’s a motorcycle, who’s fault when you fall off?
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| I choose to move at a pace
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| That keeps me on the pace, and keeps me off in space
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| Mamma mia, life’s not always what you seein'
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| And it’s really what you thinkin If you really want the trinket
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| Ask Young Bull, he was eatin' now he EATIN'
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| Now my waters gettin' pure from the visions that I’m seein'
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| Just believe
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| Blame it on the Based God, ya feel me?(x4)
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| Real (?) on the Based God, well ah huh (x4)
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| I can’t even express what I want to in the messages
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| It’s a life long test, no second guessin'
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| Ask Young Bull what he thought about the message
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| He told me it’s a lesson and it ended in a question
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| A person taking care is a person with direction
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| I never second guess him, watchin' life as it test him
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| Told me it’s a blessin', for emotion and reflection
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| Told him I ain’t stressin', Ima get it when it’s given
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| Told him Ima get it if it’s credit or it’s debit
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| I’ll never sleep on it, man I rock when it’s steady
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| Ask about Brandon, they’ll tell you he a medic
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| He plan to save some lives in the future or the present
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| I’m ready
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| Blame it on the Based God, ya feel me?(x4)
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| Real (?) on the Based God, well ah huh (x4)
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| When you grindin hard, shit, ain’t nothin like that 8 mile
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| Wishin' for that meal ticket, lookin for that eighty-thou
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| Say it then, and say it now, cause Im on that paper chase
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| With little buddy up in my heart, yesterday is yesterday
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| Why I puff that white smoke? |
| My heart bleedin' from out my eyes
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| It’s okay to let it out, I done see real gangstas cry
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| It’s lyrical homicide, with no motive but doin nothin'
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| Make srue you love the earth, make sure you learnin' somethin'
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| Hit the gas, but never cruise, you can’t win but never lose
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| Think about it, hits them, but no you
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| Slip them, but know you
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| I’ll flip them and hold you
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| Ask Bull, Young Bull, Philadelphia what it do
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| Blame it on the Based God, ya feel me?(x4)
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| Real (?) on the Based God, well ah huh (x4) |