Itches and Wisdom

Lyrics

[Intro] Tripping out, you feel me? Tripping out This [?] be flame This Book of Flame, we back in it It's your boy, Lil B [Verse] I said niggas hatin' Bitches hatin', i don't care Let's get it Let's Party, we in the air Yeah I said niggas hatin', and i don't give a fuck Shoutout to them Chevy boys, and them Ford Trucks I remember i was out without four bucks [?] learned me money to eat lunch How you gon' hate when that shit was just us? You doing yo' Job, but are you working too much? You finna' get fire, that's not clutch You people got me fucked up I come from the struggle I'm still in the hustle How you gon' hate on the great, i was raisеd in the ghetto too Yo income, hеllo Running scams just to get by, no Olympics, no Medal Dancing with the Devil That's truth People be faking and fake piss When you go shit at yo' P.O Office Funny how life work I'm in the game, my Middle Finger to all the haters cause that's light work It's real ironic how i'm still growing, they tryna' hold me down I said i'm [?] in they hair, [?] forehead Let's get to this money, we can still handle business [?] be flaming, the Book of Flame, Let's get it I got alot of bitches and i got alot of Wisdom, you feel me?