[Intro]
It's Lil B, bitch

[Verse 1]
Pussy n***as fuck, but you better have them Pampers
I had to clear my mind out, took a trip into the Hamptons
A mental trip, and I slept up in the mansion
These n***as drive me crazy, I started to feel like Charles Manson
I need the fucking ransom, make him stick his hands up
That n***a' hands up, make him look like a dancer
The piece will pull your pants up, bitch, or make your ass run
Silver barrels where I'm from, Tate taught me how to shoot first
School was for schoolboys, I wanna learn to move purp
N***as see I'm eating, n***as see the dude jerk
My job to watch n***as, shit, that was like my schoolwork
But only did night school, nighttime was glide time
Early...up before the sunshine
Eat before it's lunchtime, and smash before it's crunch time
Yeah boy, I was knee deep up in the bloodline
Uncle was a gangsta, brother was a gangsta
Mama was a savage, and daddy was a prankster
So what the fuck that make me? The product of a prankster
The product of a gangster, I'm something like a anchor
Talk in front of n***as like: What the fuck? You ain't shit
Ain't never been a gangsta, my moral-like relations
I fuck with the gangsters, we ride around and pace 'em
Throw 'em up, the B-Unit with the rangers
N***as park with Range's, limo's with the...
Busting up these faces
Ben and big faces, n***as can't see us
I love you, I'm stationed
[Outro]
I'm solid n***a
Let's go, we good