Lil B — Im Just Livin

Hmm, hey, Keke, welcome to the pet shop! Come on in Hey uh Lil B, you uh, got any adopted cats today? (Ah yeah bitch I got some) Hhm, that's so funny Lil B, stop cursing (Nah bitch shut up. Shut the fuck up bitch. I do what I want, I'm the Basedgod.) Hmm! That seems uh, about right [Verse 1 - Lil B] In the night people gleam, who did it I stole a lot of Jersey, have niggas freeze to get it I brush haters off, like Febreeze with women Humiliate niggas, make niggas plead, who did it? With a fresh white tee, blue jeans that's knitted Cause I rep for the team that will scream to get it Put a check on the ring, let em see who get it Cause I'm money hungry, post fiends for business Yeah, uh, watch em scream forgiveness Cause yall niggas can't relate what I seen or witnessed Cause ya gotta be hard or a G to get it I stay gettin green or the cheese, I'm with it In the backstreet with the Bs that lit it Dub sacks in the stash, plus the weed is hittin Don't trip about the Glocks, man the weed is hittin Lil B, lil boss, OG I'm livin [Hook] I'm just livin I'm just livin I'm just livin I'm just livin X2 [Verse 2 - Lil B] Yeah I'm in the bucket and I pass this rose Lil nigga run your bitch, plus you pass my gold So she really on point, I got raps to show Cause I wouldn't talk about it if she a flashy ho Cause she really hang off my nuts, you should ask the hoes They'd give you the same, uh, position, man I got the flows Got a question man, I'm not askin most Gotta ticket to my show, man she ready to blow Started figuring out man, saying to me Plain as can be, "man these lames for free Take they money and they weed, man they hoes and jewels Man they got love naked man, pose them nude And y'all better hit the show, cause I go, I blew Lil B" Rich bitch, are you? And I wanna eat, not stick like glue And exceed rap man, I glitch that too I wanna sell records to all my partners If y'all older here, man the kids don't bop to I wanna be that one y'all ride to It's Lil B, yeah Just living life Just livin [Verse 3 - Lil B] We ain't superstars, with cars in backyards We lil niggas with scars and black marks Still be trippin' on niggas that act wrong Guess why niggas be somethin' to act on But y'all pause, y'all broke niggas, alone... Fuck those niggas, broke, I choke niggas Bring niggas closer to hell than most niggas Send letters to niggas, yes, I roast niggas Leave em on the ground, apart for pose nigga Let em hear sounds to shells, I toast niggas I'm Sam Bailey, just bein' a pro nigga with y'all Talkin' about singin' my songs, go figure Niggas riding dicks like hoes, y'all froze niggas Man Lil B God's Father man One of the best and um, one of the rawest mixtapes EVER to be released in musical history