Lil B — Political Warfare

[Intro] Yeah, you know this is from my soul I know a lot of y'all know I got a lot of problems Yeah, they know they this music is perfect background, soundtrack for me Whoever made this beat, you know it's for Lil B You know I'm the realest This my song now—this my song! I'm the one in the streets! I'm the one that faced 36! [Verse 1] Ain't nobody care That's why I'm sitting on top, I brought nobody there With my gun in the lap and my bullet in stairs Dip the hollow in the garlic, B get retarded Don't laugh at me, you ain't gon' do shit for me Like a lab test, you watching from the outside You better come inside, I got shit for you You come looking nice, they gon' take that off you I sort of feel like I was made in orbit You can meet me at the top of the stairs I'm talking 'bout heaven, bring your binoculars there The place where I'm from leave your vision impaired When I go away, nobody gon' cry Look me dead in the eye, I want nobody cryin' Don't disrespect me because my music alive Just keep it real based to get through with the time And I'm really from the hood, this is not just a rhyme Three cellmates died, too young for the grind Life was no different from mine But they choose to go at particular times Why they caught slippin'? Why they not livin'? Why it's guns in the streets? Why they support killin'? Why the hood got the drugs that'll send you to prison? He ain't got a new house but he got new extensions Put the clip in the back, load the bullets, and twist it Made his brothers young killers, they on some sick shit Gotta heal the people, that's my new mission But don't nobody care, nobody won't listen But everybody separated, nobody won't face it If you wanna be real, stop tripping on races 'Cause the person that you hate, they gon' be the one that save you Treat another human like the person that raised you I ain't gotta watch TV to have cable access Walk right down the street, that was HBO Dug drills on the block like 3.0 No scale, eyeball, it's a 3.0 Bitch say she love me, but you don't know me Wolfpack to the end, bring it back, my friends Now, I'm strapped at the house with the MAC, my friend Now, I'm strapped at the house with the sack, my friend And you know the game, bitch, I'm playing to win [Outro] Look you in this sh- I'ma knock you down, bitch Obama BasedGod mixtape Fuck this world, this me If I wasn't from the streets, you wouldn't feel it This my song! Lil B!