Woo!
You know we in Berkeley, California right now
Riding on the freeway, man
Passing, uh, Emeryville going through Oakland
Shouts out to Richmond
San Francisco
Lil B, uh
One day to live, ‘cause we living in the moment
The past is the present, the gift is my performance
I’m working for the future, ‘cause I live in a computer
I could tell you things that I seen
A lot of guns in the streets, shattered dreams
Spacebar, backspace, retrace your steps,
I'm on the block like Jahvid Best
Smoke a lot of weed, had to calm my stress
Would have thought when the money would came, my problems would change
Step back, I ? my chains
Sport back like I"m out the game, I'm out of your lane
Think twice nigga, follow your brain
I've got rich, and I act the same
Niggas is lame, I'm too real, you the one who changed
Had to open my eyes since I got that fame
Sit back in my partner's office
Nigga laughing, reminiscing, how I took them losses
Man I promise one day, if I took that loss
Paint the whole city black, open up that coffin
No sir, I don't believe in Jesus
He was a slave to the world, and the books and preachers
I feel weird ‘cause I go against my own body
Keep it too real, I got a new deal
Niggas fake, but that money in that coupe real
Actually, what's the root of how you feel
No disrespect, I found myself in church, paying respect to the Lord, like everyone else
But the picture of the blond hair and blue eyes
Is something that I ain't feeling
I ain't saying that I can't, but I ain't gon' be another slave to the race
And I got friends around the world at 21
This is on my mind, practice forgiveness
With nobody talking when I made the wishes
It’s for real, business
Niggas fell down, hopped off those fences
Feel bad because I made mistakes
And still got raped by the system, still forgive 'em
Spend your whole childhood in the courtroom system
Fell down, nobody gon’ pick 'em
No money, no lawyer gon’ pick 'em
They just forgive 'em, leave ‘em to play nigga
Leave ‘em to die, leave ‘em to rot
I'm surprised he alive
Sphsh for real, you poor you die
The rich get killed ‘cause of money they got
Man, the sports get money while the doctors saving lives, can’t peel
Man 9 to 5, can't even pay the bills
We need to, uh, manage the money for builders and plumbers, the waters, the purifiers, the paper, the lumber
I might go to LA for the summer
Venice beach music
Open up the thunder, eternal slumber