Scouts Report - Lil B

Tired of this fake rap, hate in my heart

So the money can’t help that, I want to kill people

But I can’t so I sit back, I know right from wrong

But I can’t 'til the get back, I move with the people

But them suckers want me ripped up, how do that feel

When you don’t know about my problems, I move so hostile

Like, what the fuck’s my problem?

Fee-fi-fo-fum

My heart is just dissolving, I got the best defense

I got the best offense, that won’t help

When your mind can’t process, your mind so clouded

You’re stuck up in the projects, let’s stop war

And let’s stay up on that topic, you a great person

And don’t forget that I’m watching, I wear two watches

Cause I don’t miss a step, a legend in the flesh

Smell gold on my breath, BasedGod a wizard

Of the red, white, and blue, yeah I’m in the flesh

Rap for the fitness, I’m the rawest artist

As lord is my witness, I’ma win a Grammy

My time, represent this, you representing Based

Keep going, keep living, if you not Based

Keep going, I love you, tired of the people

Walking by me in public, I got emotions too

You see me, say «hello», even bad days

Turn bright with a smile, moms played cello

Violins, cousin, I did boys choir

But I always stayed thugging, thugging 'til the end

That’s the end of discussion, you keep playing with me

Them people, no coverage, all became a game

With the money and the genders, I’m so underground

Like, «where's Master Splinter?», I’m coming for the mainstream

Real nigga, fake nigga, that’s the same thing

Damn

How you gon' get back?

My niggas in the hood

Get shot just for being black, this was all planned

This was not a coincidence, born into a place

Where nobody want me living in, reflection of the world

We the same, but can you see this shit?

I got fired from work

Tears in my eyes, every time I cry

Release the hate inside, I feel so cold

But I know I’ma shine, keep your head up

For me one time, for the grind

Don’t want to jinx myself, but I feel the feds on my line

Real street nigga, man, I’m getting over

Self made nigga, put the money in the sofa

Step it up, man

Hoop Life mixtape

This for life, man

If any of you niggas…

I know a lot of you niggas ain’t even really about that rap

You know what I’m saying?

That real hip-hop

A lot of you niggas don’t even give a fuck

I might fuck you niggas 'til the end man

Fuck any of these suckers 'til the end man

Niggas coming in…

You know, this real rap, on mine

Real hip-hop, on mine

You know, it’s all a nigga got, still

You know, gutter still

You know, we building houses out of this

You know what I’m saying?

That’s how we doing it