Текст песни Fire Squad - Mr B

Rappers look at me like competition
No need for me to diss 'em
I know my bars are gonna get 'em
Man I'm on a mission
To B the menace apprentice to replenish the friendless
Leave the precious headless cuz I'm reckless
Now don't forget this
The view is nice but I paid a foolish price
Nearly gave my fucking life to B blinded by these lights
Fuck this ruckus, knots in my stomach
I'm going to bust shit through the tough ish
What the fuck did I come up with?
If you comin' at me then you coming at a team
I ain't talking Mr B I'm talking 30 fucking deep
People talking big shit but too afraid to throw down
Scene's changed, bunch of motherfuckers I don't even know now
Time is money, so fuck if your time is coming
You've been saying you gonna drop shit but I ain't heard nothing
You should stop your yapping before they know who you are
And I should take my own advice before I take this too far
But fuck your money and your hoes and everything you expose
You need to tighten up your flows and that is not on the low
I call it like I see it, you dream it but'll never B it
Pissed at me cuz I achieved it
I got what is most needed
Put the pistols down, you ain't even bust one before
Talking bunch of big game but you ain't ready for war

And I don't even fuck wit y'all
You knowing that I came to ball
I'mma smoke my weed till I'm 103
I'm always b B, baby that's just me

Color my life with the chaos of trouble
I'm a savage motherfucker and with my brothers I double
You can't wait your turn you've gotta take it
I'm impatient, I can tell by their faces that they won't make it
Now what a blatant statement
Far from complacent my homie we're not adjacent
The game needs replacement
But the price of this life comes with payment
They going apeshit over what I created
Warned not to say it, told they gonna hate it
Sure enough it escalated
Success is rent and you're paying every day
Just cuz you're here in January don't mean you'll B here in May
But on top of that you'll topple flat
No bitches to holla at
Taste is what you lack
You should put some sauce on that
Protect ya neck or get wrecked
When Hoose in full effect
Watch me redirect the shit I get
Fuck fame with no respect
Homie get yourself in check
Take time to self-reflect
This is Mr B and I've come to collect

And I don't even fuck wit y'all
You knowing that I came to ball
I'mma smoke my weed till I'm 103
I'm always b B, baby that's just me