Lil' B - Exhibit Based Lyrics
Yeah it's your boy Lil B.A'yo Just Blaze come holla at me bro.It's your boy Lil B Red Flame Mixtape, this the introIf you didn't get Blue Flame go get that to understand this.It's done, rap game's done...My nigga told me if I ever stop rappinThe game lost Jordan, trade him to the MagicExhibit Based not Exhibit CYou niggas couldn't see, let me part the seaPart a part of me, nothing pardons meYou niggas arguably is worse than meMeet the whole squad, let me go hearse your teamPop bullets in his back make him work his kneesThis is sick I'm on top nowI remember in the hood I was locked down OaklandHavin YA dreams the pen right ahead of meGlad I didn't let a few suckas get ahead of meNow I guarantee that they never be forgettin meLike a hard drive man it's all about the memoryStrapped with a vest screaming' mutha***** my enemiesHaters ***** around I start movin like a centipedeI'm the weed-man so you know I got the remedyPlus I'm a user, dope-fiend musicPlus I'm a robber and I dare you suckas push meGot the same pistol that they shootin in Blue StreakRidin Aston Martin new suede with the blue seatsThen I ride Toyota, hit the hood soloDoin dirt solo I'll tee like MoboGot the piece like popo, spreadin peace like grown folksMy mom should be proud of meI don't know but I'm feelin like she doubtin meReal nigga shit everybody hatin' on me.And you don't know about these handlesMost of my songs now I gotta set examplesGrowin up, I was always the one to have trouble with the ones that was never growin upNow we grown up and they never goin up I swear to god that's the type of shit that make me go nutsAge 16 I was stealin out trucksHad music in the deck, had zips in the trunkRight before class poppin bottles getting drunkNever been a driver, never had a licenseWalked in my house and it was smellin like incenseBringin home DVD players and TV'sGive em to my Mom as presents for creating meAnd you knowin that I love ya in the hood I'm like Peter Pan passin out hundredsNo hate in my heart, I was passin out money17 I been *****in stunin(Yeah, uh)Before I was a rapper, I was just a trapperDon't trap the real and I used to have a ski-maskNever rob the family, never rob the innocentNever rob a nigga who you cool and who you kickin withBringin back the G-code these niggas started breakin' itHow you makin death threats to niggas who was makin itAt your house mad and you really started hatin emWant to be the hero but you never really takin shit***** around with me I leave your ankles splitDesert Eagle with extended clips, wishin death to enemiesYou hate on me, you a fake niggaYou a fake nigga like Ricki Lake niggaHeart and soul of a cold-blooded killaBut my spirit too pure I had to shower in the riverAnd bless my hart I'm a visionarySpeak in 3rd person, cause it's the only one in the cityI'm the greatest rapper alive, Lil B I'm the rawest rapper, greatest to ever do it... (Based God motha*****as!)And I don't know how I survived my childhoodA lotta letters and the judge show a lot of lovePO hate still do a lot of drugsViolate a couple times now I understandYou would act like my friend and send me to the penNot the pen juvenile hall like a gymStart my day man I'm really nice with the pen...Our world ain't the sameI'm thinkin hitman out nigga waitin in the treesIf he's relevant, I'm a make him OddjobI got the goldeneye, I got the? Golden gunI'm on the jet-skis no I'm not James BondSplit a nigga wig make him think that he James BondIf I ain't James Bond, bet I got the same gunPlus I got money in the bank for the bail-bondPay him 80 G's if he thinkin he can tell onNo witness make him run like Rev RunNo blood in his jeans (genes) like a stepsonYeah I got 45's I'm travelin to IndiaI'm finna have 10 kids it's my millenniumEverything Lil B, everything Based GodBerkley like Gotham City, hitman is the JokerBest friend Two-FaceWho do I approach when I move at night, like BatmanShow my respect with my right handSolid? eye contact, hip-hop notepads I bring it full contactReally in the hood and I do it no contractsAnd I won't eat ***** eatin *****es like blunt-wrapsWhen you see me, it's like you seen a holy ghostPut the nine in his mouth nigga like french toastMy niggas, we do it real extra-bigWanna book Lil b that's G'sStart to see life real like my last nameLil B that pretty ***** run the rap gameHey Just Blaze come holla at me man, come ***** with the greatest bruh.Lil B, rawest rapper alive can't nobody ***** with me.Hey, um, Jay Electronica I'm sorry I had to do that...