Lil B - Remember the Name lyrics

[Lil B] Yeah its your boy Lil B you namsayin kick back relax namsayin you know how I rock, pretty boy you namsayin? Got all the ladies goin' crazy I don't know why Im broke Ha! you namsayin? Thousand air holla at me you feel me? Keep it real Imma chop it up spit game Holla at me [Verse 1 : Lil B] Relaxation He who walks his own path of greatness will never be ancient This about survival, the jungle is humble and a field full of rivals Who gotta make em bleed, and I ain't talkin about the cycle Life's a motorcycle, who's fault when you fall off? I choose to move at a pace That keeps me on the pace, and keeps me off in space Mamma mia, life's not always what you seein' And it's really what you thinkin If you really want the trinket Ask Young Bull, he was eatin' now he EATIN' Now my waters gettin' pure from the visions that I'm seein' Just believe [Hook] Blame it on the Based God, ya feel me?(x4) Real(?) on the Based God, well ah huh (x4) [Verse 2 : Lil B] I can't even express what I want to in the messages It's a life long test, no second guessin' Ask Young Bull what he thought about the message He told me it's a lesson and it ended in a question A person taking care is a person with direction I never second guess him, watchin' life as it test him Told me it's a blessin', for emotion and reflection Told him I ain't stressin', Ima get it when it's given Told him Ima get it if it's credit or it's debit I'll never sleep on it, man I rock when it's steady Ask about Brandon, they'll tell you he a medic He plan to save some lives in the future or the present I'm ready [Hook] Blame it on the Based God, ya feel me?(x4) Real(?) on the Based God, well ah huh (x4) [Verse 3 : Lil B] When you grindin hard, sh**, ain't nothin like that 8 mile Wishin' for that meal ticket, lookin for that eighty-thou Say it then, and say it now, cause Im on that paper chase With little buddy up in my heart, yesterday is yesterday Why I puff that white smoke? My heart bleedin' from out my eyes It's okay to let it out, I done see real gangstas cry It's lyrical homicide, with no motive but doin nothin' Make srue you love the earth, make sure you learnin' somethin' Hit the gas, but never cruise, you can't win but never lose Think about it, hits them, but no you Slip them, but know you I'll flip them and hold you Ask Bull, Young Bull, Philadelphia what it do [Hook] Blame it on the Based God, ya feel me?(x4) Real(?) on the Based God, well ah huh (x4) [Outro]