Lil B - Secrete Obsession lyrics

Keep it real, I’m the realest, nyuh God’s Father 2012 Lil B mixtape sh** Yeah it’s my mixtape, my mixtape better than they album, you feel me haha I been doin this sh** man, what yall talkin about man You feel me Man this some real sh** [Verse] A lot of n***as slept on flows, told me I wouldn’t make it From rhymin out the basement, to climbin on top of stages Had to clear my air, never resorted upon the dangers Put n***as under dirt like John Gacy But I remembered how I started flowin in front of faces It was 6th grade at P.E. tryin to remember My n***a Leron Derrick G told me, write up on the paper We would all compete on, who rhymes was greater And they exposed me to lined paper That’s when my whole f**in life changed, I’m the greatest Started rappin colder, Lil E showed me to pace it My n***a that showed me the faces In 7th grade a young a** n***a thought I was older because of my facial First time I got head and, gave her a facial 8th grade, pa**in up school mane, occasionally Thank god for summer school, I threw my education When I hit high school I was sorry, a little blatant That’s when I met L, started choppin it up occasionally I realised he was a cool n***a but I couldn’t say it We got a [??????] in skatin And one day he offered me out to record That changed my heart rate from normal, to pacing Hit the studio…. … rappin man EJ started cookin, writing verses up on replay My first real hit was featured up on his demo Called “Run n***a Run”, I’m not speakin on relay He told me he had a fan verse on replay That’s when I told him I had somethin to free-say Then I met Stunnaman right before the Wolfpack That’s when he was Keith, but that’s the look And I made my first solo, we on the grind and took that But we did a remix, I felt I shook rap We had a big session freestyle around the table That sh** started progressin and f** with honest label I recorded at his house, but I’m skippin some major fables Started a cool company called the Boss Man label But it didn’t work out because it didn’t even fit us Then we seen the table, maybe 10th graders had earnings Mic below the navel, and the sh** was so unda man I wonder I got into a lil trouble man Caught the cases, the bad kid from Berkeley, can’t replace it But that sh** f**ed up my mental and made me lazy So I slacked off of rap and started thinkin about my problems My heart went from pacin, above joggin, act normal Sometimes I feel I wanna replace it You feel me? When my grandpa died I feel like I was outta location God damn But yo n***as can tell this my diary, a blessing My mum said your skin get thicker with lessons Introduced me to the greats and started blowin up sessions A wild crazy kid went home, lookin for chess and I played the world pretty damn good, I guessed it I had a secret life… … d**h was my obsession