Thirty-two levels, first rule
Stop complaining ain't nobody in this world
Waiting for the changes
You gotta do it yourself if you want results
Out of sight, out of mind, I remove myself
Out of mind
My whole mind state is out of line
Most of the time I had
Dark with nowhere to shine
Screaming for help but nobody
Can hear my voice
Rolls Royce outside, no one to drive
Seen bullets in the rain, guns in the sky
Every day my birthday, I got a big surprise
Never seen the kid
Look with the devil's eyes
Grown woman and man, where do I begin?
Walking through a forest
Lil B the only person way past curses
Nothing could scratch the surface
Every day I'm thinking
Every day I'm dreaming
Lil B, Based World if you don't believe it

Oh, hit 'em with your faith, du, du, du, du
Du
Oh, hit 'em with your faith, du, du, du, du
Du only I, oh oh oh, only I, oh oh oh

Money shots, see where that money got you
Waiting in line
Why are all these people pushing?
Shit, I'll knock your wig back, bitch
No cushion
People start crying for that fake shit
I'mma stick to the script, yeah, pulp fiction
It's all non-fiction
Gangsters riding through your city
Drop tops, good spirit's, but we misguided
Keep the rich people rich
And the poor violent
Keep the rich far away, can't nobody find 'em
Turn your Bentley coupe to the rogue
Bulletproof the hummer
Yeah for my own safety
A hundred million cash, underwater waiting
Hundred thousand cash in the floorboards
If you hate rap, then what you do it for?
If you hate Lil B you better check yourself
'Cause you could change the
World with nobody help

Oh, hit 'em with your faith, du, du, du, du
Du
Oh, hit 'em with your faith, du, du, du, du
Du only I, oh oh oh, only I, oh oh oh

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Writer(s): BRANDON MCCARTNEY, JOE NEWMAN, MICHAEL VOLPE