Lil B - I Got Options Which Way lyrics
[Lil B - I Got Options Which Way lyrics]
Still out here in this motherfuckin' field
Battlefield in the war with the
Oh my god, Keyboard, you’re so based
BasedWorld
People switch, everyday I got options
(Options) confused about which way
I keep focus, and I don't run the street
(Street) i'm just tryin’ to drop my mixtape
A lot of spoken reasons
But I ain't up in the closet (Nah)
Nah, nigga
I got a lot of rooms up in my office
(Office) i keep thinking, about tomorrow
The judge might say that my time at ball
Showin' up a hunnid times
Puttin' it off 'til tomorrow
Livin' my life, my nigga, it's no sorrow
(Nah) i'm back on my two-three
A lot of niggas talkin’ about what
They gon’ do to me mind over matter
My Glock make your head splatter
If I go in, it's ’bout to go down
Leave a on that bitch, we blowin' up now
How could you turn your back
On this evil feelin'?
Mr basedGod, he made a killin'
Mind over art, it’s my echo
Paintin' in the garage, falsetto ('Setto)
(This complexed) I beg to differ (Complexed)
(I'm feelin' it) yeah
They want to bring me down, why?
Can't see 'em, I ain't around
Don't lose focus, confront the locus
It's Lil B, but I don't feel hopeless (Nah)
We out here, playin'
Hands in the soil, all that shit
Give it new life, you know what I'm sayin'?
Figure out how to do it, right?
There ain't no stoppin' that
You know what I'm sayin'?
That's how we livin'
For motherfuckas got a problem with that
Now they come talk
Battlefield in the war with the
Oh my god, Keyboard, you’re so based
BasedWorld
People switch, everyday I got options
(Options) confused about which way
I keep focus, and I don't run the street
(Street) i'm just tryin’ to drop my mixtape
A lot of spoken reasons
But I ain't up in the closet (Nah)
Nah, nigga
I got a lot of rooms up in my office
(Office) i keep thinking, about tomorrow
The judge might say that my time at ball
Showin' up a hunnid times
Puttin' it off 'til tomorrow
Livin' my life, my nigga, it's no sorrow
(Nah) i'm back on my two-three
A lot of niggas talkin’ about what
They gon’ do to me mind over matter
My Glock make your head splatter
If I go in, it's ’bout to go down
Leave a on that bitch, we blowin' up now
How could you turn your back
On this evil feelin'?
Mr basedGod, he made a killin'
Mind over art, it’s my echo
Paintin' in the garage, falsetto ('Setto)
(This complexed) I beg to differ (Complexed)
(I'm feelin' it) yeah
They want to bring me down, why?
Can't see 'em, I ain't around
Don't lose focus, confront the locus
It's Lil B, but I don't feel hopeless (Nah)
We out here, playin'
Hands in the soil, all that shit
Give it new life, you know what I'm sayin'?
Figure out how to do it, right?
There ain't no stoppin' that
You know what I'm sayin'?
That's how we livin'
For motherfuckas got a problem with that
Now they come talk