Lil B — Die For Me

(Intro) Yeah nigga, this new money, you feel me Hey, straight up mayne, haters nigga, this for you Yeah I'm talking bout you bruh, this for you, you feel me Yeah, fo' real, fo' real (Verse 1) Yeah, I just swagged in the game now Jokes on you bitch, our money ain't the same now Niggas say my name, but you don't understand I'm ready bitch Motivate the gas, and I'mma spit like I never spit You'll face shots, thunderbirds, knock his head off Riding round town, hearing suckas speak on based god Y'all don't really know I play the game like I'm A-Rod 10 Mil contract, lets start a franchise Make em' lean and rock and I ain't talkin' bout franchise One false move, get you touched by this land mine Come with the Goldeneye, I'm dressed like I'm OddJob Real beef when you get touched, and get your mind robbed Mask off, body shots, Mask on, face shots Been a bad boy and I ain't talkin' bout ci-roc Left wrist, iPod, Right hand Mack 10 Left hand, Ice Cube, Hollow tips, Ice T Riding round town with the flat screen, I told ya that Doja in my napsack, Papoose, run with the gat loose I don't want no truce bitch Tiny pants mob, waterfront, that's some new shit Only thing I ask, is where the, cash and where the coupé is Where the Limousine, and where the money in the suitcase Playing Batman, get you ended like Two-Face Leave him chopped up, yeah boy he got that screw face Fuck with Lil B, that will be the end of your legacy R.I.P hip hop, I just shit on everything Yeah, and I never let you get the best of me This is history nigga, Lil B, Holla at me (Chorus) Suckas gon' die, when the hollow tips fly WHO GON' RIDE FOR ME!!! Don't nobody care, no nobody give a fuck No nobody's gon' die for me If you really, wanna ride, then listen to this song This is armed robbery!! Can I do a hundred years, don't nobody gives a fuck Ain't nobody gon' die for me (Verse 2) I'm sorta like vulgers, day time holsters Sit his ass down on imaginary sofas Reading body language, test when approachin' You ain't passing this one, coffin with the chauffeur Looking through the hood, and I ain't talkin' bout a rover Shoot Aston Martins, driving to Angola Drive his ass to hell, recall him like Toyota This ain't Crayola, you ain't got many noises A lot of legends here, but we ain't got many voices A lot comes down to your options and your choices Middle stay hard body, like a Rolls Royce is Don't wanna be you, just wanna be I Strapped like I'm T.I The clips bout knee high Now you niggas see why, I do it till I D- I - E Bitch, I'm free bitch, It's Lil B bitch Haters make me sea sick, I'm rare like a eclipse Get on my level and I'll show you how to be this Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I said who wants a Mil? Call me Based God Regis, I been a legend since... In the foetus, Beat all the sperm, and I'm thuggin', and I bleed this Nigga this new money bitch I beat all the sperm nigga, I'm that nigga bruh Even when I was a mother fuckin' nut, I whooped all that, nigga, millions of sperm Till that mother fuckin' foetus nigga, you see I'm a hustler I'm here bitch, Let me live nigga, New money Lil B 2010, Any of you mother fuckers don't know man, you sleep' I forgive you for not knowing what the fuck I got, Based God Rawest Rapper alive! All these rap niggas scared bitch