It’s Lil B, it’s Based Jam! You niggas want it, I’mma give it to him close Get them off the you don’t know In the game, and nigga, I don’t sit bitch I hit them back to back and fuck a rich bitch I’mma tell you about this gangsta shit I’mma tell you about these niggas that I fuck with Yeah, and I’m still with the strap Every time I leave the game it always call me right back Peace to the person left out on their back Cause tic after tac, karma come back You would talk all night, but niggas didn't care Know how it feels to know you’re not there You gotta step back and watch the game from the top How you gonna live when you can’t work the pots How you gonna lose when you people on top People get lost but you got off the block For real Music to your ears cause I know you’re living hot Let me tell you like this, all this fake shit stops Why they have to hate the ones that gifted You know we're all gifted package wrapped up with love and magic Love and magic when we thought that it couldn’t happen Niggas talking in the game is way past rapping Spread money at the table, bitch passin napkins You can say I turned fake but that never happened Never would, you can hate, but you never should I met Suge in West Oakland, I'm out in the hood Shit real, when you really see my face, man The whole world waiting on me like it's space jam Real talk, I made a song with the best rapper You could call me, the rawest rapper Hi speed, cause you know that the Buick faster Bitch you know I, one mother fuckin bastard Summer time in Mosswood with the barbecue High Rise West Oakland, I fuck with you Crazy how they keep you in one spot Gotta wake up real and get on the block Niggas are post up but won't even call the block Allen Iverson everybody pushed the rock And that shit's sick I'm comin from that gutta, I’m that pretty bitch, yeah You’re the boss You know we’re tugging, man I’mma tell you like I keep it gangsta all day with that mother fucker You know it I’m still sipping high, riding high You know I’m so fly