Lil B - No Options lyrics

Good morning Good morning Harlem What's up with it man? This your boy Lil B Ask me where I live, b**h I live in the ghetto Seen people rob brothers, under covers Tryina stay undercover but the game don't never Work on the real n***a cause I came for cheddar Life gotta be better, being patient as evers Seen patients, n***as dying, have to gain patience Pace it like I'm pacin my heart, embracing On open stages, ripping these pages Don't spit cause I'm contagious Wanna hate b**h? Stop complainin Putting game in, not complaint man Every day in, n***as playin Tiff stages, matter matter bout the cheddar Thinking over twice and count better sh** up on the dresser, f** n***as, f** s**as It ain't no peace til you ready to love Think about it and shut the f** up Lil B, b**h You know, I'm just going live on you n***as man We k**in the game You know... Like I said, If you wanna run the game you gotta be thugged out This Gla**face n***a Yea You know n***a, we k**ing n***as on this one You know My name Lil B in this motherf**er man Yea I'm ready for war, machetes and swords Have your reward, say no more, pay no more We playing for keeps, aiming the street Came from the streets, stay in the street yea, b**h I got a lot of fame and pain in the street Grew up too fast, my past is crooked Almost overlooked it, since ya'll booked it Now I booked, literally I'm the author Wrote a book before the father had the well, honor Thank my dad and mama, I'm fly Keep their memories close, people wake up a ghost You know that dream where you fall off a cliff And when you piss in the stall, FYI I'm k**ing you all My clothes so fresh, I'm just born Never get old cause b**hes stay warm Must be 7th heaven, feel me? I'll leave your body crooked like the number seven b**h, you police, you be asking questions Last I talked to you, you was asking questions Before I even finished half of my message I'm the rawest rapper out, don't ask no questions Stay based til I die, what's hell or heaven? Ask yourself that question before you ask me questions Are you even in my league b**h? Never Haha, you feel me? You get your a** buried What's the case to life, most of n***as scary But you fake man honorable, adios Most n***as been toast, ya feel me? I f**ed the b**h then give er toast til it Make me toast, after that get the f** out, I'm based God b**h I know Lil B, he the based God friend I'm the type to see your last name Buy it back and sell it to your partner Over at the bodega, shout out to Nick here, basketball player Out there, New York, grind it in the hood I do it for the world, you see I'm rockin I came from the bottom, I had no options n***as quarter clockin, clocking rocks in You feel me? I ain't had no option man It's Lil B