Dont Forget About Me

Feelin them good days when it seems to be real

And tell me I ain't never forget them days but you know what? She still gutter

You feel me? Like motherfuckers still bugging and keeping this shit real in the hood, man I ain't gon lie

This here some of the niggas ouchea

Aye man, there's still some real people alive

You know I ain't forgot about Gino

I dedicate this to you, don't forget about me

But this Illusions of Grandeur Part 2 Mixtape

You know this is just real

You know we had it on to history

Yea yea yea

I was raised in the gutter, shouts out to the big rock

I was born in the good, first steps on the black top

My hoodie inside out and my pants is backwards

There was a blunt in my mouth, staying close to the ratchet

My young niggas died, he was cool for the casket

But life he was on, I'm still living through asses

Niggas don't play me, they just gotta pay me

And the hood niggas call me the God of emcee

Don't make that, this life shit crazy

Gotta play your cards right, pushing the hard white

You lost your life like it was clothes

I stay close the close

Niggas talk, I'm lifting like their home

Real niggas from the day don't tuck their chrome

You talkin bulshit, you better leave me alone

There's no tolerance for these fake ass niggas, I don't fuck with the hood

Cause they snake ass niggas

The ones that go to jail keep the couple for job

They say life's hard but it's all in your mind

You just got a ticket, go pay that fine

Now you don't fell of this nigga, it's a long ass line

I don't get the food stamps, have no car to drive

Walking with my mom, carrying food down the street

My arms hurt, beyond the bus now

We gon spoo under the bridge

I was waiting for the 51 right near canned foods and the saki bar

But I stay gassed up and I don't have no car

The bus was my friend, it took me places real far

Don't forget about me... Lil B

Yea, don't forget about me

You can't forget about that dack shit

You know? This the real stories, yea

Feeling balling to the top

Yea, don't forget about me

Yea, ride with me one time while we stroll down the memory lane

How you gonna dream when you can't turn clear?

I have never been scared, I put zips anywhere

But I keep my eyes open cause these snakes is focused

You gon ride with that burn and turn his ass to a locust

Reincarnated, we gotta try it another life

You came back a butterfly, spread your wings and fly

I'm sorry that you died but I don't respect you

You was a hater on earth, wasn't no more special

Now you layin 6 feet, the dream that get you

Niggas wanna stay down with that same ass mental

You a pimp or you a dealer?

Drug addict or a killer?

I'm waiting for the day I see a doctor with gold teeth

Do it for me, the hood rise asleep

Don't forget about me

My name's Lil B

Thud out the street, Lil B

Yea shouts out to 6-3, certain street you know

We water frontin

Then the shouts out to Buckie South but you are there, you know

Shouts out to Oakland, you already know it

Shouts out to Rigsby in San Francisco, Valeo

Ya feel me?

San Jose, EPA, the whole damn bay

Marine, shouts to all that

You already know it man, we thuggin

Shouts out Valejo, you motherfuckin jungle

Missouri, I'm talkin about we bag into that real talk we know

Shouts out Fresno, we tracin stock yea

You know, we've dug into that, 100

Shouts out San Ramon and all that

Vic Deville I see you, Sacramento what it is

You know we pushin that hard line

Reno, south South Nevada, I see you

You know we fuckin with that real bird talk

You know, shouts out Seattle and all that

Ya feel me?

Lil B mixtape, Illusions of Grandeur Part 2

Fuck with me