Lil B - Exhibit Based lyrics

[Intro] It's your boy Lil B A'yo Just Blaze come holla at me bro It's your boy Lil B Red Flame Mixtape, this the intro If you didn't get Blue Flame go get that to understand this It's done, rap game's done [Verse 1] My n***a told me if I ever stop rapping The game lost Jordan, trade him to the Magic Exhibit Based not Exhibit C You n***as couldn't see, let me part the sea Part a part of me, nothing pardons me You n***as arguably is worse than me Meet the whole squad, let me go hearse your team Pop bullets in his back make him work his knees This is sick I'm on top now I remember in the hood I was locked down Oakland, Yosemite Having YA dreams the pen right ahead of me Glad I didn't let a few s**as get ahead of me Now I guarantee that they never be forgetting me Like a hard drive man it's all about the memory Strapped with a vest screaming' mutherf** my enemies Haters f** around I start moving like a centipede I'm the weed-man so you know I got the remedy Plus I'm a user, dope-fiend music Plus I'm a robber and I dare you s**as push me Got the same pistol that they shooting in Blue Streak Riding Aston Martin new suede with the blue seats Then I ride Toyota, hit the hood solo Doing dirt solo I'll tee like Mobo Got the piece like po-po, spreading peace like grown folks My mom should be proud of me I don't know but I'm feeling like she doubting me Real n***a sh** everybody hating on me [Verse 2] And you don't know about these handles Most of my songs now I gotta set examples Growing up, I was always the one to have trouble with the ones that was never growing up Now we grown up and they never going up I swear to god that's the type of sh** that make me go nuts Age 16 I was stealing out trucks Had music in the deck, had zips in the trunk Right before cla** popping bottles getting drunk Never been a driver, never had a license Walked in my house and it was smelling like incense Bringing home DVD players and TV's Give em to my Mom as presents for creating me And you knowing that I love ya in the hood I'm like Peter Pan pa**ing out hundreds No hate in my heart, I was pa**ing out money 17 I been f**ing stunting (Yeah, uh) Before I was a rapper, I was just a trapper Don't trap the real and I used to have a ski-mask Never rob the family, never rob the innocent Never rob a n***a who you cool and who you kicking with Bringing back the G-code these n***as started breaking it How you making d**h threats to n***as who was making it At your house mad and you really started hating em Want to be the hero but you never really taking sh** f** around with me I leave your ankles split Desert Eagle grip with extended clips, wishing d**h to enemies You hate on me, you a fake n***a You a fake n***a like Ricki Lake n***a Heart and soul of a cold-blooded k**er But my spirit too pure I had to shower in the river And bless my hart I'm a visionary Speak in 3rd person, cause it's the only one in the city I'm the greatest rapper alive, Lil B I'm the rawest rapper Greatest to ever do it (Based God motherf**as! ) [Verse 3] And I don't know how I survived my childhood A lotta letters and the judge show a lot of love PO hate still do a lot of d** Violate a couple times now I understand You would act like my friend and send me to the pen Not the pen juvenile hall like a gym Start my day man I'm really nice with the pen Our world ain't the same I'm thinking hitman out n***a waiting in the trees If he's relevant, I'mma make him Oddjob I got the goldeneye, I got the Golden gun I'm on the jet-skis no I'm not James Bond Split a n***a wig make him think that he James Bond If I ain't James Bond, bet I got the same gun Plus I got money in the bank for the bail-bond Pay him 80 G's if he thinking he can tell on No witness make him run like Rev Run No blood in his jeans (genes) like a stepson Yeah I got 45's I'm traveling to India I'm finna have 10 kids it's my millennium Everything Lil B, everything Based God Berkley like Gotham City, hitman is the Joker Best friend Two-Face Who do I approach when I move at night, like Batman Show my respect with my right hand Solid? eye contact, hip-hop notepads I bring it full contact Really in the hood and I do it no contracts And I won't eat p**y eating b**hes like blunt-wraps When you see me, it's like you seen a holy ghost Put the nine in his mouth n***a like french toast My n***as, we do it real extra-big Wanna book Lil B that's G's Start to see life real like my last name LIL B THAT PRETTY b*tch RUN THE RAP GAME [Outro] Hey Just Blaze come holla at me man, come f** with the greatest bruh Lil B, rawest rapper alive can't nobody f** with me Hey, um, Jay Electronica I'm sorry I had to do that