Lil B - Gutta Goin Platinum lyrics

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Lil B - Gutta Goin Platinum lyrics

[Intro: Lil B] n***a, if I don't go platinum If I don't sell 1,000,000+ records Oh yeah, it's a motherf**in problem My first album better go platinum, and it's finna go platinum [Verse 1: Lil B] This is BasedGod for the birds Tour around the world, then I serve to the curb I got sh** for sale, I got guns and mail I put guns in mail, BasedGod b**h! You got k**ed with the last shot How do I s**? I just like to f** a lot Don't put words in the air if you don't know me Those stares, you n***as is like Kobe n***as get blasted for thinkin they 2Pac I look like a nerd, but I got the ooh-ahh I keep it real, I got the same line that you got But you got a fade, and I use the blade Gettin money, in the snow or the rain n***as act the same, b**hes act lame You hate Lil B? You's a b**h I put you in the same box as a brick And then I f** you like a b**h The dope that I sell makes fiends take sh**s I'm still in the hood like the ba** line 05 f** Em, I gotta thank the BasedGod Lil B n***a, if I don't go platinum, n***as gonna have to pay n***as gonna be hell to pay This gonna be a bad day if I don't sell 1,000,000+ records my first album [Verse 2: Lil B] I gotta take the power back, you n***as taking power naps A lotta things you s**as do, I wouldn't be proud of that Don't come through the hood if you don't know how to act Doctors come at you with ??? and them shower caps s** it up n***a, you don't be proud of that Everybody wanna tell, n***as be proud of that A lotta n***as get caught, and they don't know how to act I'ma act civilized, dope guns and dead beef Who's still in the streets? I know I am I stay in the street like them bootleg Jordans And I'm still shooting like Robert Horry In the streets, home court, do it for the glory My n***as serving pills, that's what they told me I don't know nothing, that's just a homie If you sell bricks, then you taking chances In the Bay n***as doing life for advancement Couple n***as in the hood got left stranded It's war in the streets but we don't panic It's dope on the block n***a don't cram it You gotta make room, please don't jam it And don't leave the residue burning I'ma serve you n***as like writs to nurses You know I gotta go platinum, I got to f** that [Verse 3: Lil B] n***as get they head bust, I'm like, "So what" I won't shed a tear, I'm not gon' pore up n***as be laughing, and they won't grow up So n***as gon' be surprised, you feel me? I was born American, so I know about the genocide Taking n***as out, dying with pride Don't close your eyes, 05 f** Em mixtape This here Lil B, we gon' survive I'm a real thug, no award n***a I ain't enlisted but I'm still at war, n***a 50 n***as rocking like ___ triggers I got 30 chop n***a, f** women Reppin for the Bay, and the whole world World Westside, Berkeley boy, California n***a Locking up the dope with the corn liquor 51 ho wanna f** a n***a 52 b**hes, aing where it's at Got a ___ b**h with the 6 pack Servin out dope like ___ rat You know what I'm saying? n***as want platinum, I'm holding that gutta sh** down from the start I ain't stop being gutta, n***a

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