Lil B — Im Still Picking Cotton on Telegraph

Always bein one foot in, one foot out Always been speakin the truth, sometimes (yeah), but most of the time (yes) Being the man come easy to me I can see all the hate I can see all the hate, walking through these shades Blind man through a plug with a cane (where you at) Keep my head high, walkin through the flames I'm always outside when it starts to rain Counting all this money won’t ease the pain Another generation bleed like dalmations Wake up, we still on the plantation But they seein (bitch) we send telegrams Pickin cotton, yeah nigga, and I'm still not 40 acres and a mule, 1000 pounds of cotton Call me Karl Malone I'm sending rockets to Stockton John Stockton, tell your bitch stop it We getting playa money, NBA game money It’s the game money I'm still pickin cotton on telegraph My feet hurt and I got pain in my back The jail bus is...they like slave ships, the jail house, the plantations (damn) And my nigga, they just waitin The courthouse love seein them dark faces Imma jump off the slave ship I'm finna leave the plantation If I got to do (?) fuck it, take me out Blow that bitch up, and get me out Not made for a box, I'm way too fly Hit the slave trade. I'm jumpin off the side Before I be a (inaudible), I'm a jump Fuck that man, I'm a real people Because I see no evil, I seen a lot of stuff that was illegal, but I'd rather die than be a bitch nigga Free my soul, I’m tired of these bitch niggas And these snitch niggas Keep all the pain bottled it, so when I pop the top, they got to swallow it My lifestyle is so electrifying One thing I’ll never be is testifying This Lil B I'm still pickin cotton on telegraph My feet hurt and I got pain in my back The jail bus is...they like slave ships, the jail house, the plantations (damn) And my nigga, they just waitin The courthouse love seein them dark faces Imma jump off the slave ship I’m finna leave the plantation