Junes Confessions - Lil B

Yes

Green Flame

Just let me vent out

Gonna have to cut the cake any way that you slice it

Man, this struggle in the ghetto keeps the world excited

While the Glock keep it lit, push the safety for violence

Man, the victims hurts more when your life is misguided

My eyes to the streets while I wear these glasses

Things hidden from the world, these battery acid

But they can’t fuck with me lyrically, go ask 'em

I passion more times than the government passes

Why you walk and can’t breathe?

Your life is in plastic

Seen killers having dead eyes, red eyes

Bags under their eyes, they’re packing for death

I watch every step because niggas be looking for reps

Imaginary reps, no jobs, but repping the set

Got fired off work, no government check

Another funeral, when you gonna learn about that turn route?

The same time niggas came in and got burned out

I light a candle for the spiritual

Niggas still sleeping on me, it’s like a miracle

You only get one life, dog, I’m double daring

I hope you stay protected because the streets are not scared of you

Put a value on life before you compare me to any other rappers, them humans is

uncomparable

I’m still up in the house with the dirty sink, bath rust, shit, how I stay

clean?

The same way I hit the streets and stay clean

Inside out, dirty outside, I’m looking mean

You can fit 100,000 in some skinny jeans

Just a slave, that’s the only thing that life means

It’s that to see people go down with life dreams

I’m still walking the same streets I did in 93

Niggas right behind me, I give 'em the whole nine, please

Too many people hope, and they’re relying on me

Damn, shit’s real, they’re relying on me

If you gotta say I kill it, man, I gotta write you, please

Write with the hollow tips that I rap with

I’m going through the pen, man, the persons involved

And they always, I let my mama do the shopping and all

Because I can see her outside when you was dropping me off

So I hit the streets, dog

Damn, there ain’t no problems at all

When you grow up, you slow up, niggas get thirsty

I got love for my young niggas, but they try to jerk me

Hate me, up in they mind, they started to, shit, irk me

Putting niggas through surgery, fix your face

My face is like the wind of summer, out of place

Fuck you suckers

Fuck 'em

Green Flame, we on it