Die for Me - Lil B

Yeah nigga, this new money, you feel me

Hey, straight up mayne, haters nigga, this for you

Yeah I’m talking bout you bruh, this for you, you feel me

Yeah, fo' real, fo' real

Yeah, I just swagged in the game now

Jokes on you bitch, our money ain’t the same now

Niggas say my name, but you don’t understand I’m ready bitch

Motivate the gas, and I’mma spit like I never spit

You’ll face shots, thunderbirds, knock his head off

Riding round town, hearing suckas speak on based god

Y’all don’t really know I play the game like I’m A-Rod

10 Mil contract, lets start a franchise

Make em' lean and rock and I ain’t talkin' bout franchise

One false move, get you touched by this land mine

Come with the Goldeneye, I’m dressed like I’m OddJob

Real beef when you get touched, and get your mind robbed

Mask off, body shots, Mask on, face shots

Been a bad boy and I ain’t talkin' bout ci-roc

Left wrist, iPod, Right hand Mack 10

Left hand, Ice Cube, Hollow tips, Ice T

Riding round town with the flat screen, I told ya that

Doja in my napsack, Papoose, run with the gat loose

I don’t want no truce bitch

Tiny pants mob, waterfront, that’s some new shit

Only thing I ask, is where the, cash and where the coupé is

Where the Limousine, and where the money in the suitcase

Playing Batman, get you ended like Two-Face

Leave him chopped up, yeah boy he got that screw face

Fuck with Lil B, that will be the end of your legacy

R.I.P hip hop, I just shit on everything

Yeah, and I never let you get the best of me

This is history nigga, Lil B, Holla at me

Suckas gon' die, when the hollow tips fly

WHO GON' RIDE FOR ME!!!

Don’t nobody care, no nobody give a fuck

No nobody’s gon' die for me

If you really, wanna ride, then listen to this song

This is armed robbery!

Can I do a hundred years, don’t nobody gives a fuck

Ain’t nobody gon' die for me

I’m sorta like vulgers, day time holsters

Sit his ass down on imaginary sofas

Reading body language, test when approachin'

You ain’t passing this one, coffin with the chauffeur

Looking through the hood, and I ain’t talkin' bout a rover

Shoot Aston Martins, driving to Angola

Drive his ass to hell, recall him like Toyota

This ain’t Crayola, you ain’t got many noises

A lot of legends here, but we ain’t got many voices

A lot comes down to your options and your choices

Middle stay hard body, like a Rolls Royce is

Don’t wanna be you, just wanna be I

Strapped like I’m T. I

The clips bout knee high

Now you niggas see why, I do it till I D- I —

E Bitch, I’m free bitch, It’s Lil B bitch

Haters make me sea sick, I’m rare like a eclipse

Get on my level and I’ll show you how to be this

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I said who wants a Mil?

Call me Based God Regis, I been a legend since…

In the foetus, Beat all the sperm, and I’m thuggin', and I bleed this

Nigga this new money bitch

I beat all the sperm nigga, I’m that nigga bruh

Even when I was a mother fuckin' nut, I whooped all that, nigga,

millions of sperm

Till that mother fuckin' foetus nigga, you see I’m a hustler

I’m here bitch, Let me live nigga, New money

Lil B 2010, Any of you mother fuckers don’t know man, you sleep'

I forgive you for not knowing what the fuck I got, Based God

Rawest Rapper alive!

All these rap niggas scared bitch