(Intro)
These streets a cold game. 05 f** 'em, man I ain't gon' lie, motherf**as done got real cold out here this season man, 2014 it seem like everything all bad
(Hook)
n***as get smacked with the Glock
And I won't f**ing stop
I said
n***as getting smacked with that Glock!
And I won't f**ing stop
I said
n***as getting smacked with that Glock
And I won't f**ing stop
I said
n***as getting smacked with that Glock
And I won't f**ing stop
(Verse 1)
All I know is hard struggle, off the muscle, talking sh**
Working jobs, no family, n***as thought I burnt the b**h
I damn near k**ed a n***a, Around the year 2010
n***as be playing cause I'm skinny and I'm a short n***a
I'll murder you in court n***a, I love being a dark n***a
Goth n***a I be hitting licks, solo, by myself
No guns, no masks, all pain, red eyes
Dead stares with the snake eyes, stop f**ing with them fake guys
Yeah n***a, no smile, you n***as ain't f**ing thugs n***a
Taking pictures like a f**ing f*ggot, d**h to all you closet rappers
Hit you with that K faster, you be hating on Lil B?
You probably are a f**ing f*ggot, d**h to all you closet rappers
n***as out here helping me? Real n***a, I gotta deal with it
Facin' 30 I did that, keep it real I ain't no jail n***a
I'm two star whippin' c**aine
All white like mescaline is
p**y n***as get the business, none of my cars is f**ing rented
Young n***a flexing Reggie Miller, young n***a flexing Ty Lawson
n***as die and nobody care, Imma flex cause I'm so gorgeous
Knowing Lil B ain't easy, but I keep my head up
d**h to all you f**boys, Imma keep stacking my bread up
(Outro)
05 f** 'em, mixtape, I ain't tryna go hard on n***as but, its Lil B man I do me, I love the world though, I said I love you but f** these s**as