Текст песни Real Person Music - Lil B

I'mma keep my eyes open...
Keep my mind open...
PYT mixtape...
We gettin' money
I ain't never been no bitch, niggas scared
Of the dark, I was out jacking with the pitch
Same color as the tints... the night time
Reminds me of my niggas in pain
We all seen the hate, now it's feeling the same
What comes from my mouth I keep it simple and plain
When you speak from your heart do you feel ashamed?
I was mad at the sounds, noises
Making bad choices, selling off my soul for Rolls Royces
Keep it real B, you gotta make better choices
You act like a ho then you gonna see hell
I come from California where the skinny niggas dwell
I don't want to be in your top five
I'm only one, pick me up like the only gun
Feel me? Fuck with me
Er'body know Lil B started trends
Niggas can't perform like him
Sold zips in '04, I can't go back in
Niggas rap but I used to rap, I'm not used to rap...
Niggas act like I'm used to rap
Street game kept me on my back
Niggas say you got 5, but he really got 20
Blinds you with the money, your game got skinny
They say God feed others, you got a silver spoon
I got a plastic one in the cupboard
I ain't different than you we the same ass color
But the words got power, people act like cowards
Being poor of mind state, you can take your shower
So why you complaining about the day that's ours
Niggas acting like a bitch gonna send them flowers
Niggas ratting on their partners just to get some power
If you change with the money you always been a coward
Niggas don't respect you, you're just a lick
These hoes love money so you people gon' trick
Don't be no dumbass bitch
Sold your soul for the grip fucked niggas in the game
Got the power fucked over sisters
And now my niggas getting richer
Shooting off clips like someone's taking pictures
Don't trust hoes I ain't got no mistress
Give no kitchens, bitch do the dishes
If I go down man I know you be a witness
Can't trust hoes, the game got shifted
Places in the west that will change your whole vision
Make you get humble make you thank Based God
We all thank Jesus, we know you need it
Rock through the city, so low with the beeper
Two door coupe the same color as my sneakers
Riding shotgun, holding blunts with a cloth
Married to the game bitch I never take it off
Been in the jungle where them niggas getting crossed
Niggas with the sharks, damn I got my neck broke
Coming with the chopper like PetCo
Niggas they don't act like man
I'm the rawest
Nigga I been lost in the forest with the cocaine
Dope game G4 flight, show you the whole lane
I made history now I want the whole fame
You feel me? I'm coming for the world
I do it for Furl, I do it for the world
I do it for Furl, I do it for the world
RIP Mac Dre, RIP all the people
And we lost to the evil
Let's keep it equal
Lil B...
PYT mixtape, man, you know...
RIP Pac, RIP Biggie, you know, RIP everybody...
RIP the world...
I'mma tell you man, you know...
RIP everybody, RIP the future...
You know, 'cause nigga this is too advanced
You know what I mean?
I'm sayin' it like this man: rawest rapper alive
We doing it, you know? This for the world
Lil B, yeah...