Surrender To Me

They just gotta surrender

You know what I mean?

The based world they gotta

It's your boy lil b

You feel me?

They say lil b is the all-time greatest

Load my gun the fuck up, cock back and aim it

I'm back in the game, I'm back, I'm back

Niggas knocking on your door "I got smack for sale! "

Nah, I'm lying bitch, I got weed for sale

It's all on my fingers, in-between my nails

Boy facing fifth time, how your ass gon make it?

He acting like he cool but that shit getting crazy

Niggas know that I got a shotgun in the closet

Play around and fuck up and you gonna be sleeping in orbit

I got a great lawyer so they dropped all my charges

Keep it on gp, I'm thugged out regardless

Niggas say that I changed, you talk about change?

Looking at me like I'm money, you niggas is funny

Make a whole fantasy about my goddamn money

Niggas thinking that I'm stupid, he act so ruthless

I'll leave ya roofless, I'll blow ya top off

I'm not soft, I come from the waterfront that...

Bitches think I'm saucy

Man I'm like, for real, I smoke dope and my hustle I'll

Man they say I'm a hitter and I'm a ring leader

Only ring I lead is my middle finger

And I'm coming from the stripes of the west coast

Shouts out to jadakiss bruh, I see you folk

Shout out to kanye bruh, I see you joe

Man I'm back in the game with the antidote

They ask why the fuck I say I'm God's father

It's no disrespect, I just rep the set

And I keep it real, based world make shit happen

I was facing 36, this ain't just rapping

So every day I smoke one and I sit in a chair

I got far as hell, no fear

I drop a tear, fire in my eyesight

The reason I'm still alive because my rhymes tight

And congrats to jay-z for having a baby

I grew up too fast, I'm just a baby

Now a nigga riding planes where shit be crazy

Who can I trust? This shit amaze me

So now I'm at my story from top to bottom

I died in my past life, I'm so cautious

Niggas think they can fuck around and catch me slipping

I'm a one man army, we fo' sho' chippin

My new pistol from texas, wood-grain gripping

And I'm no hit-man, got tunnel vision

Man I sleep with a sixth sense

My sixth sense get the fuck out cause niggas playing

Ride 'round fifteen rounds leave a body laying

Niggas stay up on your door, you feel me ay?

The whole situation impatient, all I want is

Man you niggas hawking

Man you play with the ring, man you got me dawkins

You dead man walking, you really important

And now you need reinforcements

Call the law enforcement

All your fucking partners, cause you're police

You're the fucking police, man

Surrender to me, white flame