B. Style Lyrics

Yeah, it's your boy B

You know, this isn't even the track I was supposed to do this shit on

I'ma fucking kill this shit anyway though

Let me tell you something

Yeah man they tell me I should sing but I can't so I rap

And all these motherfuckers still judge me cause of that

Saying I'm a no good hood rat

I slang crack strap gats

I say nah man it's not always about that

No it's about the fact

I've been doing this shit since the way back

In the days before I thought about payback

Way back now I was way more laid back

So quit with that trash talk cause I ain't gonna take that

I think it's time I've introduced you to B

Wait who's that man

Yeah said that me

Since before I was three

Before the nursery actually

Since I was conceived

Dog I've always been B

Now this is how I think

This is how I see

I'm finally proud to say that this is how I B

Fuck what you think you thought you knew about me

Yeah, look me in my eyes

Say you know my life

You'll find some dark places down deep inside my mind

I lie all the time saying that I'm doing fine

But try to step outside to hide getting high

It ain't right dog

To judge a book by it's cover

Titanic looked unsinkable till one day it went under

Yeah a blunder

Cause we all make mistakes

That's the human way

Man the entire fucking human race

Everybody's different and we got our own ways

And in that way then maybe we're all the same

So don't tell me to my face that you ain't

And while your at it please stop with that hate

Yeah, yeah yeah

Cause I got friends in high places

Homies down in low places

Different faces

My acquaintances all kinds of different races

All I'm saying is I'm trying to make a statement

Fuck a stereotype till you've been in shoes up on that pavement

Never judge somebody

Cause motherfuckers be judging you

No matter who you are if I fuck with you then I fuck with you

And if I don't I could really give a fuck about you

No disrespect

Cause I am B

And I just B

Stay chillin posted up like a hippy till I'm sixty three

Though I was raised in the city know I stay gritty

Keep my head low when them times get shitty

I write songs to tell a story send a message

Tell my girl I love her and I'm sorry if I get distant from time to time

I get lost in my thoughts from rhyme to rhyme

Yeah

But I try my best to vent through the rhythm of time

Instead of taking meds

To ease my mind

Yeah I'm sorry for lying all the time

Saying that I'm fine

You know I just say all that shit because it rhymes

Yeah whoo

Yeah

I just say it cause it rhymes

Yeah whoo

Yeah

I am B

And I just B

Stay chillin posted up like a hippy till I'm sixty three