Growin up (Interlude) - Lil B

Damn, year after year, day after day

This shit be crazy

Sometimes I feel like niggas lose grasp but we still here

We moving through the past, to the future

Uh, I keep the cold like a convict

Cross world the game and the gun where my arm live

You got to think to match me

Them bullets leave you straight, like a crease in khakis

Walking through the street better have some passes

The game so sick i was on my mattress

Playing low cards had to work my magic

Nobody gave me shit, love, static

Everybody fall, people what happened

Why every thing good, -- but your past so bad

Never get on, the dummy

Never hear me snitchin', no love for the money

For real, but you love your money

You would die for that shit, that’s why the world fucked up

I won’t lie on this shit, I’mma ride for this shit

Fuck errybody do, choppers out for all of you

Based Jam

You feel me?

We just growing up

Everyday, man you know, keep it gangsta

Riding around you know we doing, just whatever we got to do

You feel me?

I’m talking about this you know real salute

Real honorable, you know, I keep it real honorable

Man that’s all i’mma say, This Based World talk man

Based World real, it gets real for the deal man

Sliding through you know

On this day, it’s a perfect day for it too

You know, we only think about that grind time

You know we doing it whatever

Every time, always

How you working round?

We working with it, I feel you though

It’s ya boy Lil B

Based Jam mixtape, collect