I Win - Lil B

Yeah!

Red Flame

Real shit, my nigga

I’m just tryna live my life, you feel me?

Let me do me, I’ma do what the fuck I do

This for all the motherfuckers that’s rebels

Don’t give a fuck

What did I do to make your life so sad?

Yeah, Lil B

What did I do to, all these niggas used to

The same thing, please don’t, Martin Luther

The God MC, the one that Nas should look up on

The one that Jay-Z should take a note from

I am hip-hop, from what skin is to lotion

Night is to day, nigga eyes is to motion

I am the goat, no homo, no preacher

No Pope, you niggas gay 'cause I’m fucking all the hoes

If your at my show, you know I’m getting all the dough

Came a long way from jail, from fears from going broke

Niggas hating me?

Shit, cut your fucking throat

For all this fucking hate I get nigga, death threats

The President’s on my dick, Based God brand

That’s that!

I’ve seen the bottom, I ain’t going back

Nigga, I am never going back

What did I do to make your life so sad?

Yeah!

Your life or my life, no choice, both ours

The sunshine, niggas get hungry before dinner time

Mom told me, «Don't wait, you’re great,» I’m him

The man cook tune like a violin

B-Town inspired him, Waterfront inspired him

Feel like I died within when niggas started breaking in

Now I’m thinking, «Wait,» again, I can’t slip

When I started taking off the transcript

Niggas started moving to the mansions

See the rap game as the way to feed my family

And I ain’t fucking phrasing, can’t see my granny

And my granny’s still in the hood

She should be up in Miami

While you suckas playing games and tryna get a Grammy

You better watch out your way

Call me Hurricane Brandon

My mind treasure hidden in the sands, pussy nigga!

What did I do to make your life so sad?

Don’t have my name in your mouth if you don’t know me

Niggas like me come down out your whole street

Then lay back, I’m low key, I’m solo

Load the heat, then cock back

Never drop the top 'cause bullets through that

Never on the motorcycle, niggas take you off that

Real West Coast, bruh, we off that

Fa' sho, bitch I’m gon' ride

West Coast gon' never die

With Lil B drafted to the home team

Bruh, we gon' fly, Lil B blasted with the four-five

Yeah I’m ready, nigga, I’m here, Lil B, nigga

What did I do to make your life so sad?

Based God, Red Flame mixtape, nigga, it’s a wrap!

Hardest mixtape out, nigga

I’m the hardest nigga out

Hardest shit out, nigga

Lil B!

Can’t nobody fuck with me

Rawest rapper in the rap game

Nigga, straight up, nigga

Red Flame, I been hungry, nigga

Nigga, Red Flame, nigga

Nigga, I got that burning in my heart, nigga

You feel me?

Bitch!