Growin Up [Interlude]

Damn, year after year, day after day
This shit be crazy
Sometimes I feel like niggas lose
Grasp but we still here
We moving through the past, to the future

Uh, I keep the cold like a convict
Cross world the game and the
Gun where my arm live
You got to think to match me
Them bullets leave you straight
Like a crease in khakis
Walking through the street better
Have some passes
The game so sick i was on my mattress
Playing low cards had to work my magic
Nobody gave me shit, love, static
Everybody fall, people what happened
Why every thing good, - but your past so bad
Never get on, the dummy
Never hear me snitchin'
No love for the money
For real, but you love your money
You would die for that shit
That's why the world fucked up
I won't lie on this shit
I'mma ride for this shit
Fuck errybody do, choppers out for all of you
Based Jam

You feel me? We just growing up
Everyday, man you know, keep it gangsta
Riding around you know we doing
Just whatever we got to do you feel me?
I'm talking about this you know real salute
Real honorable, you know
I keep it real honorable
Man that's all i'mma say
This Based World talk man based World real
It gets real for the deal man
Sliding through you know
On this day, it's a perfect day for it too
You know, we only think about that grind time
You know we doing it whatever
Every time, always how you working round?
We working with it, I feel you though
It's ya boy Lil B based Jam mixtape, collect