Let It Drop Lil B

[Intro]
Sitting down at this mic by myself
You know at BasedWorld Studios feeling like this Motown but on a way different level
Real hip hop

[Verse 1]
Some niggas call me crook but I ain't did nothing
You need to read books sit down and learn something
I come from B-Town where the block is diamond
The signs is gold, platinum mouth is shining
Fuck that, my mouth is crying, I speak too much
Give me a tissue, light the fire
Got the matches, gon' match you motherfuckers
It's magic, to me it just happens
I looked up, couple fuckers that rapping
Now I surpass them, static
All for nothing, I guess it's for something
Everything happen for a reason check your budget
Check yourself before youre left in the bucket
Precise aim with the 9 your shirt blow your buttons
Push my buttons like if you come back stunting
Forreal man you got ugly facial features
Man your beard like the teachers
You feel me, I did it solo throw a ball you catch it
Don't ball the block man the blocks the balls mark the spots you catch man, Lil B is hotter
X-Men I'll raid your shots throw shots like a bartender
You turn yellow like Bart Simpson
You feel me
I revenge your shots
And I'm hawking niggas man I like to take flesh I be bossing niggas
Lil B