(Intro)
These streets a cold game. 05 fuck 'em, man I ain't gon' lie, motherfuckas done got real cold out here this season man, 2014 it seem like everything all bad

(Hook)
N***as get smacked with the Glock
And I won't fucking stop
I said
N***as getting smacked with that Glock!
And I won't fucking stop
I said
N***as getting smacked with that Glock
And I won't fucking stop
I said
N***as getting smacked with that Glock
And I won't fucking stop

(Verse 1)
All I know is hard struggle, off the muscle, talking Shit
Working jobs, no family, N***as thought I burnt the bitch
I damn near killed a n***a, Around the year 2010
N***as be playing cause I'm skinny and I'm a short n***a
I'll murder you in court n***a, I love being a dark n***a
Goth n***a I be hitting licks, solo, by myself
No guns, no masks, all pain, red eyes
Dead stares with the snake eyes, stop fucking with them fake guys
Yeah n***a, no smile, you n***as ain't fucking thugs n***a
Taking pictures like a fucking faggot, death to all you closet rappers
Hit you with that K faster, you be hating on Lil B?
You probably are a fucking faggot, death to all you closet rappers
N***as out here helping me? Real n***a, I gotta deal with it
Facin' 30 I did that, keep it real I ain't no jail n***a
I'm two star whippin' cocaine
All white like mescaline is
Pussy n***as get the business, none of my cars is fucking rented
Young n***a flexing Reggie Miller, young n***a flexing Ty Lawson
N***as die and nobody care, Imma flex cause I'm so gorgeous
Knowing Lil B ain't easy, but I keep my head up
Death to all you fuckboys, Imma keep stacking my bread up
(Outro)
05 fuck 'em, mixtape, I ain't tryna go hard on n***as but, its Lil B man I do me, I love the world though, I said I love you but fuck these suckas