Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Remember the Name, artist - Lil B. Album song The Complete Myspace Collection, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.02.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BasedWorld
Song language: English
Remember the Name |
Yeah its your boy Lil B you namsayin kick back relax namsayin you know how I |
rock, pretty boy you namsayin? |
Got all the ladies goin' crazy I don’t know why |
Im broke |
Ha! |
you namsayin? |
Thousand air holla at me you feel me? |
Keep it real Imma chop |
it up spit game |
Holla at me |
Relaxation |
He who walks his own path of greatness will never be ancient |
This about survival, the jungle is humble and a field full of rivals |
Who gotta make em bleed, and I ain’t talkin about the cycle |
Life’s a motorcycle, who’s fault when you fall off? |
I choose to move at a pace |
That keeps me on the pace, and keeps me off in space |
Mamma mia, life’s not always what you seein' |
And it’s really what you thinkin If you really want the trinket |
Ask Young Bull, he was eatin' now he EATIN' |
Now my waters gettin' pure from the visions that I’m seein' |
Just believe |
Blame it on the Based God, ya feel me?(x4) |
Real (?) on the Based God, well ah huh (x4) |
I can’t even express what I want to in the messages |
It’s a life long test, no second guessin' |
Ask Young Bull what he thought about the message |
He told me it’s a lesson and it ended in a question |
A person taking care is a person with direction |
I never second guess him, watchin' life as it test him |
Told me it’s a blessin', for emotion and reflection |
Told him I ain’t stressin', Ima get it when it’s given |
Told him Ima get it if it’s credit or it’s debit |
I’ll never sleep on it, man I rock when it’s steady |
Ask about Brandon, they’ll tell you he a medic |
He plan to save some lives in the future or the present |
I’m ready |
Blame it on the Based God, ya feel me?(x4) |
Real (?) on the Based God, well ah huh (x4) |
When you grindin hard, shit, ain’t nothin like that 8 mile |
Wishin' for that meal ticket, lookin for that eighty-thou |
Say it then, and say it now, cause Im on that paper chase |
With little buddy up in my heart, yesterday is yesterday |
Why I puff that white smoke? |
My heart bleedin' from out my eyes |
It’s okay to let it out, I done see real gangstas cry |
It’s lyrical homicide, with no motive but doin nothin' |
Make srue you love the earth, make sure you learnin' somethin' |
Hit the gas, but never cruise, you can’t win but never lose |
Think about it, hits them, but no you |
Slip them, but know you |
I’ll flip them and hold you |
Ask Bull, Young Bull, Philadelphia what it do |
Blame it on the Based God, ya feel me?(x4) |
Real (?) on the Based God, well ah huh (x4) |