East Oakland International Lil B

Still in the cuts with the money on the frontline
My life's so real it's somethin like the drumline
Your hear that bass.. thats for the streets
Argh he sell a little weed, thats enough for me to creep

Burglary; it might turn into a rape
I need that mother fucking cake
I dont celebrate, my birthday is the worst way if they still rap
It must be birthday
Cause I keep getting presents or maybe its Christmas I got trees.. in the ceiling, you know what im sayin..
Catch me on international thats my other traphouse, i buy pussy from the bottom and I’m up 50 from the crackhouse..

They stole my swag and they.. went Pop...
I might have to go Pop, Your trendy
The only time that I shop, is when I’m talking bags
Or when I’m talking blocks

Literally; I'll serve your fucking block, I meet bosses..
That ship off orders. I meet bosses that front off money
You need a mil? Yeah! Bitch fuck with me!
You're thirsty bitch, I'm talking bout a dinner plate
I'll smack you bitches and i'll smack the dealer

I came from the crack bitch, ask yourself who realer?
If we really got beef, I do no mask killin' I'm my own bodyguard and i'm my Own J Simpson. I'm my own Al Capone and bitch i'll definitely go get em'