Real Person Music Lyrics/Paroles
Lil B

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[Intro - Lil B] I’mma keep my eyes open… Keep my mind open… PYT mixtape… We gettin’ money [Verse 1 - Lil B] I ain’t never been no bitch, niggas scared Of the dark, I was out jacking with the pitch Same color as the tints… the night time Reminds me of my niggas in pain We all seen the hate, now it’s feeling the same What comes from my mouth I keep it simple and plain When you speak from your heart do you feel ashamed? I was mad at the sounds, noises Making bad choices, selling off my soul for Rolls Royces Keep it real B, you gotta make better choices You act like a ho then you gonna see hell I come from California where the skinny niggas dwell I don’t want to be in your top five I’m only one, pick me up like the only gun Feel me? Fuck with me Er’body know Lil B started trends Niggas can’t perform like him Sold zips in ’04, I can’t go back in Niggas rap but I used to rap, I’m not used to rap… Niggas act like I’m used to rap Street game kept me on my back Niggas say you got 5, but he really got 20 Blinds you with the money, your game got skinny They say God feed others, you got a silver spoon I got a plastic one in the cupboard I ain’t different than you we the same ass color But the words got power, people act like cowards Being poor of mind state, you can take your shower So why you complaining about the day that’s ours Niggas acting like a bitch gonna send them flowers Niggas ratting on their partners just to get some power If you change with the money you always been a coward Niggas don’t respect you, you’re just a lick These hoes love money so you people gon’ trick Don’t be no dumbass bitch Sold your soul for the grip fucked niggas in the game Got the power fucked over sisters And now my niggas getting richer Shooting off clips like someone’s taking pictures Don’t trust hoes I ain’t got no mistress Give no kitchens, bitch do the dishes If I go down man I know you be a witness Can’t trust hoes, the game got shifted Places in the west that will change your whole vision Make you get humble make you thank Based God We all thank Jesus, we know you need it Rock through the city, so low with the beeper Two door coupe the same color as my sneakers Riding shotgun, holding blunts with a cloth Married to the game bitch I never take it off Been in the jungle where them niggas getting crossed Niggas with the sharks, damn I got my neck broke Coming with the chopper like PetCo Niggas they don’t act like man I’m the rawest Nigga I been lost in the forest with the cocaine Dope game G4 flight, show you the whole lane I made history now I want the whole fame You feel me? I’m coming for the world I do it for Furl, I do it for the world I do it for Furl, I do it for the world RIP Mac Dre, RIP all the people And we lost to the evil Let’s keep it equal Lil B… [Outro - Lil B] PYT mixtape, man, you know… RIP Pac, RIP Biggie, you know, RIP everybody… RIP the world… I’mma tell you man, you know… RIP everybody, RIP the future… You know, ’cause nigga this is too advanced You know what I mean? I’m sayin’ it like this man: rawest rapper alive We doing it, you know? This for the world Lil B, yeah…