[Part 1:] I'm a keep it real, my whole life is a heart attack You gotta pay attention cause my people is artifacts He said he got a gun, why you scared? We all got 'em I don't own a gun, no bullets, I never shot it I don't feel scared for my life, all you Americans Is so f**ing scary, ask yourself who you're better than I slap the sh** out you, you a b**h and you scary Without a weapon or some money you wouldn't see clearly And I'm a keep it real, why the f** your family a pervert? n***a preying on them kids, getting away with murder People don't look at me in the face for the sh** that they did One person just died, karma's a b**h And females raping more guys than you think So if your kid's peeing in the bed, you better go and see People stressed out and can't express emotions I got raped so many times, I don't know if I'm broken That's why I got to sit back, smoke a blunt, and get focused "Segregation just ended", you people is stupid You people all b**hes, separating the people I would tell your grandparents s** a dick and they evil If they hating for the color of the skin then they evil If they enslaved or raped, then how you gon' call me evil You taught me how to k**, you taught me how to bleed You taught me how to cry, you taught me how to read Propaganda's so real, Jesus don't look like that White Jesus? I don't know, that's bullsh** I believe in Earth, I believe in people Ban all the guns cause they k**ing people Ban all the weapons cause they k**ing people Ban all the guns cause they made from evil And why was you scared if you was prepared? They love raping black people, go to East Oakland Ride down to East Oakland, see the young prostitutes and All the police know it, and they probably get p**y or they f** 'em in they a** Cause once they get in trouble, it's all about the task Live with integrity and live with honesty Uplift the people around you, honestly Just because they pimped us don't mean you got to Just because they sell d** don't mean you got to All this white-collar rapist, Black Friday everyday Ask yourself who's racist A college couldn't be able to teach this You gotta learn for yourself and be your own teacher Cause they rather have you working than being a leader If knowledge was free, then why you paying for college? Cause everyone pimping, highest level is government Lower level street pimping is circle of suffering They love to get them hip-hop babies They selling off their organs, pre-mature murder Stop this k**ing and stop this hatred People should be able to walk around the f**ing streets naked And don't sh** happen Oh yeah, I forget, I'm just a rapper You can't put me in a box no more p**y Why with the segregation? I'm just asking A hundred years of pain, you got the nerve to ask me "What's wrong with black people?" "Where's your mom and daddy?" And then they try to make you feel bad when you ain't got a dad like you're lesser of a man But check this out Mom and dad cool but people get divorced And if you want to have a child, it's your choice I pray for all the victims and I cry sometimes Cause the pain is so vivid They try to normalize black pain, pay attention Protect the youth cause we all slipping I can't breathe, I can't breathe I can't breathe, I can't breathe I can't breathe, I can't breathe And thank God I'm able to read I can't breathe, can't breathe You feel me, it's Lil B I can't breathe, I can't breathe I can't breathe, I can't breathe And thank God I'm able to read, it's Lil B I don't give a f** no more, I'm going in for life Anybody can get it at this point [Part 2:] When you a hundred, you can't stand for that bullsh** You know what I'm saying, I'm thugged out pissed off It is what it is, you know what I'm saying It's your boy Lil B, everytime you hear my voice, you know it's real Every time you see me, you know it's real One of a kind, check this out, real pain from the streets I came out the hood with that sour taste I relate to dope fiends and throw aways I relate to them homies that paid dues I put hands on n***as and I don't take nothing Them crackers try to take my mind, whodie Them crackers out here f**ing n***as with that time, whodie I'm out here, b**h I'm me (Lil B) Grown man sh**, pushing 33 I got b**hes and I got k**ers (What else you got, big bruh?) No h*mo, I got n***as (Lil bruh, what you got mane?) And no h*mo, I'm blowing sacks I never paid for the smother, now that's a fact (Figaro!) I bust a cracker head, whodie I'm bout that under, you scared, whodie I seen smother, I seen under I love living life and I love number I bust a cracker head, whodie I'm bout that under, you scared, whodie I seen smother, I seen under I love living life and I love number