Ban The Weapons

Lyrics
Yes... You know we on that brief intermission, you feel me? Hmph... Pink Flame mixtape, make sure you collect this history It's your boy, Lil B I stay with the black bang, new chain, black range Niggas get the lead burst, no this is not Nerf Fly past your head like a frisbee on Sunday Got a stolen car, I’m just riding down the one-way Listening to music, I'm in the shop, boosting "Will you ever leave the game?" Bitch, are you stupid? Bitch, are you Cupid? Can you put it in the air? A lot of niggas rap, but don’t nobody care I’m shitting in the game while I’m staying in my lane Keep my hands on the brakes, cause shit be changing Niggas from the street move to a loft I ask how much you spent you said "fuck what it cost" (Okay) I get a lot of money and it start to turn me off I’d rather have real friends (friends) than buy a new house (Keep it real) Fuck 'em (I'mma keep it real) I said they couldn't count When they moms put em out I was there in the drought Niggas faking on me, I was in you was out Niggas locked to the street, let the hood in my house But a couple suckers see, that a nigga made it out Plus, shit Niggas be faking One thing that I learned, niggas goin' watch you Most you grew with, (Uh huh) the niggas turn impostors A lot of niggas be faking need an Oscar My gun just jammed, so I can’t trust the chopper Lil Boss I can’t even trust the gun You know, ban the guns, ban the knives All that shit, we don’t need the weapons, nigga What the fuck you need a weapon for? You scared, boy? You scared out here, boy? I don’t need no weapon, nigga I’m coming straight with the hands Thugged out seriously, OK? That’s real, nigga Lil B, swag