B. Style

Yeah, it's your boy B You know, this isn't even the track I was supposed to do this shit on I'ma fucking kill this shit anyway though Let me tell you something Yeah man they tell me I should sing but I can't so I rap And all these motherfuckers still judge me cause of that Saying I'm a no good hood rat I slang crack strap gats I say nah man it's not always about that No it's about the fact I've been doing this shit since the way back In the days before I thought about payback Way back now I was way more laid back So quit with that trash talk cause I ain't gonna take that I think it's time I've introduced you to B Wait who's that man Yeah said that me Since before I was three Before the nursery actually Since I was conceived Dog I've always been B Now this is how I think This is how I see I'm finally proud to say that this is how I B F*ck what you think you thought you knew about me Yeah, look me in my eyes Say you know my life You'll find some dark places down deep inside my mind I lie all the time saying that I'm doing fine But try to step outside to hide getting high It ain't right dog To judge a book by it's cover Titanic looked unsinkable till one day it went under Yeah a blunder Cause we all make mistakes That's the human way Man the entire fucking human race Everybody's different and we got our own ways And in that way then maybe we're all the same So don't tell me to my face that you ain't And while your at it please stop with that hate Yeah, yeah yeah Cause I got friends in high places Homies down in low places Different faces My acquaintances all kinds of different races All I'm saying is I'm trying to make a statement F*ck a stereotype till you've been in shoes up on that pavement Never judge somebody Cause motherfuckers be judging you No matter who you are if I f*ck with you then I f*ck with you And if I don't I could really give a f*ck about you No disrespect Cause I am B And I just B Stay chillin posted up like a hippy till I'm sixty three Though I was raised in the city know I stay gritty Keep my head low when them times get shitty I write songs to tell a story send a message Tell my girl I love her and I'm sorry if I get distant from time to time I get lost in my thoughts from rhyme to rhyme Yeah But I try my best to vent through the rhythm of time Instead of taking meds To ease my mind Yeah I'm sorry for lying all the time Saying that I'm fine You know I just say all that shit because it rhymes Yeah whoo Yeah I just say it cause it rhymes Yeah whoo Yeah I am B And I just B Stay chillin posted up like a hippy till I'm sixty three