[Intro]
Look how good I look, man, it's Lil B
Yeah, ayy, check this, uh
My n***a told me if I ever stop rapping
The game lost Jordan, trade him to the Magic
Exhibit Based not Exhibit C
N***as couldn't see, let me part the sea
Part a part of me, nothing pardons me
You n***as arguably is worse than me
Get your whole squad, let me go hearse your team
Pop bullets in his back, make him work his knees
This is sick I'm on top now
I remember in the hood I was locked down Oakland, Yosemite
Having YA dreams appearing right ahead of me
Now I'm getting glad that you n***as ain't ahead of me
And you'll nevеr be forgetting me
Hard drivе, man, it's all about the memory
Strapped with a vest screaming "Motherfuck my enemies"
Uh, have 'em moving like a centipede
I'm the weed-man so you know I got the remedy
Plus I'm a user, dope-fiend music
Plus I'm a robber and I dare you suckas push me
Got the same pistol that they shooting—