Lil B - Exhibit Based (Red Flame) lyrics

It's your boy Lil B
A'yo Just Blaze come holla at me bro
It's your boy Lil B Red Flame Mixtape
This the intro
If you didn't get Blue Flame go
Get that to understand this
It's done, rap game's done

My nigga told me if I ever stop rapping
The game lost Jordan, trade him to the Magic
Exhibit Based not Exhibit C
You niggas couldn't see, let me part the sea
Part a part of me, nothing pardons me
You niggas arguably is worse than me
Meet the whole squad
Let me go hearse your team
Pop bullets in his back make
Him work his knees
This is sick I'm on top now
I remember in the hood I
Was locked down Oakland, yosemite
Having YA dreams the pen right ahead of me
Glad I didn't let a few
Suckas get ahead of me
Now I guarantee that they
Never be forgetting me
Like a hard drive man it's
All about the memory
Strapped with a vest screaming'
Mutherfuck my enemies
Haters fuck around I start
Moving like a centipede
I'm the weed man so you know I got the remedy
Plus I'm a user, dope-fiend music
Plus I'm a robber and I
Dare you suckas push me
Got the same pistol that they
Shooting in Blue Streak
Riding Aston Martin new suede
With the blue seats
Then I ride Toyota, hit the hood solo
Doing dirt solo I'll tee like Mobo
Got the piece like po-po
Spreading peace like grown folks
My mom should be proud of me
I don't know but I'm feeling
Like she doubting me
Real nigga shit everybody hating on me

And you don't know about these handles
Most of my songs now I gotta set examples
Growing up
I was always the one to have trouble with
The ones that was never growing up
Now we grown up and they never
Going up I swear to
God that's the type of shit
That make me go nuts
Age 16 I was stealing out trucks
Had music in the deck, had zips in the trunk
Right before class popping
Bottles getting drunk
Never been a driver, never had a license
Walked in my house and it
Was smelling like incense
Bringing home DVD players and TV's
Give em to my Mom as presents for creating me
And you knowing that I love ya in the
Hood I'm like Peter Pan passing out hundreds
No hate in my heart, I was passing out money
17 I been fucking stunting (yeah, uh)
Before I was a rapper, I was just a trapper
Don't trap the real and I used
To have a ski mask
Never rob the family, never rob the innocent
Never rob a nigga who you cool
And who you kicking with
Bringing back the G-code these
Niggas started breaking it
How you making death threats to
Niggas who was making it
At your house mad and you
Really started hating em
Want to be the hero but
You never really taking shit
Fuck around with me I leave your ankles split
Desert Eagle grip with extended clips
Wishing death to enemies
You hate on me, you a fake nigga
You a fake nigga like Ricki Lake nigga
Heart and soul of a cold-blooded killer
But my spirit too pure I had
To shower in the river
And bless my heart I'm a visionary
Speak in 3rd person
Cause it's the only one in the city
I'm the greatest rapper alive
Lil B I'm the rawest rapper
Greatest to ever do it
(Based God motherfuckas)

And I don't know how I survived my childhood
A lotta letters and the judge
Show a lot of love
PO hate still do a lot of drugs
Violate a couple times now I understand
You would act like my friend and
Send me to the pen
Not the pen juvenile hall like a gym
Start my day man I'm really nice with the pen
Our world ain't the same
I'm thinking hitman out nigga
Waiting in the trees
If he's relevant, I'mma make him Oddjob
I got the goldeneye, I got the Golden gun
I'm on the jet-skis no I'm not James Bond
Split a nigga wig make him
Think that he James Bond
If I ain't James Bond, bet I got the same gun
Plus I got money in the
Bank for the bail-bond
Pay him 80 G's if he thinking he can tell on
No witness make him run like Rev Run
No blood in his jeans (genes) like a stepson
Yeah I got 45's I'm traveling to India
I'm finna have 10 kids it's my millennium
Everything Lil B, everything Based God
Berkley like Gotham City, hitman is the Joker
Best friend Two-Face
Who do I approach when I move at night
Like Batman
Show my respect with my right hand
Solid? eye contact
Hip-hop notepads I bring it full contact
Really in the hood and I do it no contracts
And I won't eat pussy
Eating bitches like blunt-wraps
When you see me
It's like you seen a holy ghost
Put the nine in his mouth
Nigga like french toast
My niggas, we do it real extra-big
Wanna book Lil B that's G's
Start to see life real like my last name
Lil b that pretty bitch run the rap game

Hey Just Blaze come holla at me man
Come fuck with the greatest bruh lil B
Rawest rapper alive can't nobody fuck with me
Hey, um
Jay Electronica I'm sorry I had to do that