Remember the Name - Lil B

Yeah its your boy Lil B you namsayin kick back relax namsayin you know how I

rock, pretty boy you namsayin?

Got all the ladies goin' crazy I don’t know why

Im broke

Ha!

you namsayin?

Thousand air holla at me you feel me?

Keep it real Imma chop

it up spit game

Holla at me

Relaxation

He who walks his own path of greatness will never be ancient

This about survival, the jungle is humble and a field full of rivals

Who gotta make em bleed, and I ain’t talkin about the cycle

Life’s a motorcycle, who’s fault when you fall off?

I choose to move at a pace

That keeps me on the pace, and keeps me off in space

Mamma mia, life’s not always what you seein'

And it’s really what you thinkin If you really want the trinket

Ask Young Bull, he was eatin' now he EATIN'

Now my waters gettin' pure from the visions that I’m seein'

Just believe

Blame it on the Based God, ya feel me?(x4)

Real (?) on the Based God, well ah huh (x4)

I can’t even express what I want to in the messages

It’s a life long test, no second guessin'

Ask Young Bull what he thought about the message

He told me it’s a lesson and it ended in a question

A person taking care is a person with direction

I never second guess him, watchin' life as it test him

Told me it’s a blessin', for emotion and reflection

Told him I ain’t stressin', Ima get it when it’s given

Told him Ima get it if it’s credit or it’s debit

I’ll never sleep on it, man I rock when it’s steady

Ask about Brandon, they’ll tell you he a medic

He plan to save some lives in the future or the present

I’m ready

Blame it on the Based God, ya feel me?(x4)

Real (?) on the Based God, well ah huh (x4)

When you grindin hard, shit, ain’t nothin like that 8 mile

Wishin' for that meal ticket, lookin for that eighty-thou

Say it then, and say it now, cause Im on that paper chase

With little buddy up in my heart, yesterday is yesterday

Why I puff that white smoke?

My heart bleedin' from out my eyes

It’s okay to let it out, I done see real gangstas cry

It’s lyrical homicide, with no motive but doin nothin'

Make srue you love the earth, make sure you learnin' somethin'

Hit the gas, but never cruise, you can’t win but never lose

Think about it, hits them, but no you

Slip them, but know you

I’ll flip them and hold you

Ask Bull, Young Bull, Philadelphia what it do

Blame it on the Based God, ya feel me?(x4)

Real (?) on the Based God, well ah huh (x4)