December 1989 - Lil B

Stay away… from me

Handcuffs, the memory sounds

I done took my last breath, my neck hurt

Wanna focus, but my chest hurt

Is this real or this a game?

I’m asking myself I’m on the, but I battle myself

I feel like a hater, I talk to you later

I hear these voices in my soul, it’s so complicated

I just, this is my position, uh, split second

Change a whole mission

Off road, no gas, and off now it’s driven

And I’m still off dope, and I made a couple million dollars in the cloud of

smoke

Niggas wanna lurk, when you rich or broke

That’s why I don’t fuck with suckas

Niggas they turn faces when they hands get cold

Niggas be lying like assholes

Ran up, for the cash flow

Ain’t trust faces

Fuck faces niggas

Never sit in the front seat when your enemy gazing

Never smoke a nigga weed that fucked your sister

Because low key he thinkin' bout «fuck your sister»

You feel me?

But there, it’s time to love in this world amidst us

And I don’t know shit, just the things I witness

And this… to be more, I’m just a beginning

Niggas be coming off the dome

Shit, and I’m even made for scrimmage

And you don’t want to play there, this is a man’s game

So you take it or leave it

Based world

I’m here for life