[Intro]
Tripping out, you feel me?
Tripping out
This [?] be flame
This Book of Flame, we back in it
It's your boy, Lil B

[Verse]
I said n***as hatin'
Bitches hatin', i don't care
Let's get it
Let's Party, we in the air

Yeah

I said n***as hatin', and i don't give a fuck
Shoutout to them Chevy boys, and them Ford Trucks
I remember i was out without four bucks
[?] learned me money to eat lunch
How you gon' hate when that shit was just us?
You doing yo' Job, but are you working too much?
You finna' get fire, that's not clutch
You people got me fucked up
I come from the struggle
I'm still in the hustle
How you gon' hate on the great, i was raisеd in the ghetto too
Yo income, hеllo
Running scams just to get by, no Olympics, no Medal
Dancing with the Devil
That's truth
People be faking and fake piss
When you go shit at yo' P.O Office
Funny how life work
I'm in the game, my Middle Finger to all the haters cause that's light work
It's real ironic how i'm still growing, they tryna' hold me down
I said i'm [?] in they hair, [?] forehead
Let's get to this money, we can still handle business
[?] be flaming, the Book of Flame, Let's get it
I got alot of bitches and i got alot of Wisdom, you feel me?