Sf Mission Music

Mmm, feel like I'm playing uh Tony Hawk you feel me

HD man, riding through the streets you feel me

I ain't gon' lie I feel like I'm riding through San Francisco

Like the Missing District just on the skateboard you know

Just riding down the concrete, pavement all cracked I love it

Nigga I flow shit, fuck your whole clique I write the whole tip

Leave a comma, no ditch

Man you make no common sense

Niggas fold behind you no cents

I ran through ya house nigga you ain't even have no fence

I'm a gorilla nigga savage I've delivered in Jungles

You gotta rumble live troop, still feelin humble

You gotta eat, still break, still emotions will crumble

But I ain't gon fumble, pass me and I gotta rebuttal

Revenge is the best thing that's making dues with a buckle

You better pump it up, like Joe Budden

Cause when I get the pump people gon scatter like Roaches

Under the oven, hotter than a oven

I guess that's why I can't be touched

Niggas act like Slaves in 'Beloved'

The movie with Danny Glover

Rich like Oprah Winfrey

Tryna get fad like At Lover man

Your spouse under covers, man you feel me?

(God's Father)

God's Father, it's Lil B

I like your car cover, I never get shitted on

But I see haters coming strong they gotta step they game up

And I still see undercover's niggas the feds blame us

Gotta choppa feds, tryna contain us

Speak that real shit every man for himself amongst us...

Nah man the blue man stayin'

Reasons to fire us and that's who we get fired up

The people stop giving a fuck

The people start working for Tim Hudson

I speak real shit

Speaking on the come up

Overseas still see em no cover ups

Shady man I

Antrax new BS man still pushin the crack on the block

Who's the Villain?

Ain't who we killing

The people, we all Gods, we all children

It's Lil B

Realise the real power if you say that you want

I'm a real lyricist nigga

I wrote and I take the crown

Nigga you gon' have to grab for it

The way I feel about this rap you gon' stand for it

Write rap, BasedWorld we all brothers pass homies

Man get off the plate, never hungry

All the pieces I got never stay focused

It's by the Grace of God my family ain't Homeless

Love my mom, man

And she Destiny's Child

The real soldier, I'm in D I never switch my raps up

Only nigga at war man I ask for backup

No disrespect man, I will tear your back up

God's Father