Stan Lane - Surrender To Me lyrics

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Stan Lane - Surrender To Me lyrics

[Intro] They just gotta surrender You know what I mean? The Based World they gotta It's your boy Lil B You feel me? [Verse 1] They say Lil B is the all-time greatest Load my gun the f** up, co*k back and aim it I'm back in the game, I'm back, I'm back n***as knocking on your door "I got smack for sale!" Nah, I'm lying b**h, I got weed for sale It's all on my fingers, in-between my nails Boy facing fed time, how your a** gon make it? He acting like he cool but that sh** getting crazy n***as know that I got a shotgun in the closet Boy run and f** up and you gonna be sleeping in orbit I got a great lawyer so they dropped all my charges Keep it on GP, I'm thugged out regardless n***as say that I changed, you talk about change? Looking at me like I'm money, you n***as is funny Make a whole fantasy about my goddamn money n***as thinking that I'm stupid, he act so ruthless I'll leave ya roofless, I'll blow ya top off I'm not soft, I come from the Waterfront that... b**hes think I'm saucy Man I'm like, for real, I smoke dope and my hustle ill Man they say I'm a hitter and I'm a ring leader Only ring I lead is my middle finger And I'm coming from the stripes of the West Coast Shouts out to Jadakiss bruh, I see you folk Shout out to Kanye bruh, I see you Joe Man I'm back in the game with the antidote They ask why the f** I say I'm god's father It's no disrespect, I just rep the set And I keep it real, Based World make sh** happen I was facing 36, this ain't just rapping So every day I smoke one and I sit in a chair I got far as hell, no fear I drop a tear, fire in my eyesight The reason I'm still alive because my rhymes tight And congrats to Jay-Z for having a baby I grew up too fast, I'm just a baby Now a n***a riding planes where sh** be crazy Who can I trust? This sh** amaze me So now I'm at my story from top to bottom I died in my past life, I'm so cautious n***as think they can f** around and catch me slipping I'm a one man army, we fo' sho' chippin My new pistol from Texas, wood-grain gripping And I'm no hit-man, got tunnel vision Man I sleep with a sixth sense My sixth sense get the f** out cause n***as playing Ride 'round fifteen rounds leave a body laying n***as stay up on your door, you feel me ay? The whole situation impatient, all I want is... Man you n***as hawking Man you play with the ring, man you got me Dawkins You dead man walking, you really important And now you need reinforcements, call the law enforcement All your f**ing partners, cause you're police You're the f**ing police, man Surrender to me, White Flame

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