Lil B - Rags To Riches lyrics

[Intro] We've met a lot of times And family, I met you a lot of times man You feel me? I know you said numb this sh** man I know you talkin bout you ain't leavin me man but... n***a sound like you man b**h you know it's all gutta [Verse] Yea, how you n***as gon feel that I come with the Glock to scope your p**y red back Gon see these bullets, you can go a n***a 10 strap Made it from rag to riches, I really get that You don't understand, cause you don't really get back You a good actor, you ain't really near that My broke b**h drive Maserati She cool with me, you know we down to catch a body Glock 9 kick back like a pump shawty Girlfriend duck, she a dumb hottie Real talk man, the n***a need somebody I breathe like you, I dream like you I'm just based God, bade God, fiendin for the based God Let me tell you something bout the motherf**in based God n***as jumped quick on the next hype Sell d** and guns in my past life Nah tickets, of our motherf**in past life Gotta sign this 16, tell me what's that like Still in the hood with the motherf**in crack pipes Guns in the struggle, still with the red eyes Still with that motherf**in muscle n***as in the street, have to have, hard to hustle n***as catch says and get back on the double Take 2 for 1, you really in trouble Really got problems, ya sure who love you Calling from the angels, nobody was above you Money can't buy when a real friend hug you Of course the next trust, really say they love you I'm packin my clothes, just movin out to Paris Negatives 3d, I gotta play even Money coming out the wall about 10 seasons Whole court b**h, I'm going too creezy b**hes feel me, n***as hatin on me But I swear to God, man they ho f**in feel me All day man, I'm all off Achile f**ing around with me is really no ceilings [Outro] Shout out to Lil Wayne, yea Lil B, ya feel me? I get a lil' brain from the bad b**h And I swear to God she ain't have no accent This Lil B!