Im Solid

It's Lil B, bitch

Pussy niggas fuck
But you better have them Pampers
I had to clear my mind out
Took a trip into the Hamptons
A mental trip, and I slept up in the mansion
These niggas drive me crazy
I started to feel like Charles Manson
I need the fucking ransom
Make him stick his hands up
That nigga' hands up
Make him look like a dancer
The piece will pull your pants up, bitch
Or make your ass run
Silver barrels where I'm from
Tate taught me how to shoot first
School was for schoolboys
I wanna learn to move purp
Niggas see I'm eating
Niggas see the dude jerk
My job to watch niggas, shit
That was like my schoolwork
But only did night school
Nighttime was glide time
Earlyup before the sunshine
Eat before it's lunchtime
And smash before it's crunch time
Yeah boy, I was knee deep up in the bloodline
Uncle was a gangsta, brother was a gangsta
Mama was a savage, and daddy was a prankster
So what the fuck that make me?
The product of a prankster
The product of a gangster
I'm something like a anchor
Talk in front of niggas like: What
The fuck? You ain't shit
Ain't never been a gangsta
My moral-like relations
I fuck with the gangsters
We ride around and pace 'em
Throw 'em up, the B-Unit with the rangers
Niggas park with Range's, limo's with the
Busting up these faces
Ben and big faces, niggas can't see us
I love you, I'm stationed

I'm solid nigga let's go, we good