CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Spittin Factz
B-Town stand up
Uptown Greg, I see you
I got the game but I can't shake the habit
Collateral damage, I came in this world a savage
I never hesitate to give them more than baggage
Put your body in the plastic
I live the good life full of money and passion
When I reach old age they'll never know what happened
Take 'em out, and before I take 'em out
We go to dinner, blow a kiss, and then they pass out
That's how I do when I split the bill
Wе cross the table 'cause I rеally wanna see how you feel
Cross the table then you won't make i to the brunch
Cross the label, use your body as lunch
Before rap I was in the streets
After rap I'm still in the streets, b*t*h it's be
This that "Lil B, why you driving a Honda
With a gun on the seat? That's weird to me"
This reality rap
I'm just spittin' facts (Yes)
I can't make mistakes, b*t*h I'm too perfect
My youngins coming out the trap and they feeling worthless
I gave 'em hope and I ain't have to give 'em drugs
I gave 'em trust, that means as much as love
Give me a hug
We so deep up in the game I ain't coming back
If you ever talk about me you ain't coming back
Turn your body to a snack and your name a pack
I got points up in the game, simple and plain
It gets more complex, I just gotta change
It's an everyday struggle tryna keep your name
It's even harder to make sure you stay in frame
Once again, f**k the world and my enemies
That sounded cool til you gotta run into me
250 pounds, all brick n***a
Before I took his life I had to kiss the n***a
That's real
(Big homie sh*t, I'm the big homie)
That's how we do it now-a-days
You take their life, kiss 'em first
Lil B said that
Let's get it
This reality rap
This reality rap
This reality rap
I'm just spittin' facts
Uptown Greg, I see you
I got the game but I can't shake the habit
Collateral damage, I came in this world a savage
I never hesitate to give them more than baggage
Put your body in the plastic
I live the good life full of money and passion
When I reach old age they'll never know what happened
Take 'em out, and before I take 'em out
We go to dinner, blow a kiss, and then they pass out
That's how I do when I split the bill
Wе cross the table 'cause I rеally wanna see how you feel
Cross the table then you won't make i to the brunch
Cross the label, use your body as lunch
Before rap I was in the streets
After rap I'm still in the streets, b*t*h it's be
This that "Lil B, why you driving a Honda
With a gun on the seat? That's weird to me"
This reality rap
I'm just spittin' facts (Yes)
I can't make mistakes, b*t*h I'm too perfect
My youngins coming out the trap and they feeling worthless
I gave 'em hope and I ain't have to give 'em drugs
I gave 'em trust, that means as much as love
Give me a hug
We so deep up in the game I ain't coming back
If you ever talk about me you ain't coming back
Turn your body to a snack and your name a pack
I got points up in the game, simple and plain
It gets more complex, I just gotta change
It's an everyday struggle tryna keep your name
It's even harder to make sure you stay in frame
Once again, f**k the world and my enemies
That sounded cool til you gotta run into me
250 pounds, all brick n***a
Before I took his life I had to kiss the n***a
That's real
(Big homie sh*t, I'm the big homie)
That's how we do it now-a-days
You take their life, kiss 'em first
Lil B said that
Let's get it
This reality rap
This reality rap
This reality rap
I'm just spittin' facts
