The Worlds Ending - Lil B

…of chance to you, to him is one of real skill

So glad to meet you, Angeles

Picking up the ticket shows there’s money to be made

Go on and lose the gamble that’s the history of the trade

Did you add up all the cards left to play to zero

And sign up with evil, Angeles

Don’t start me trying now uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

‘Cause I’m all over it, Angeles

I could make you satisfied in everything you do

All your secret wishes could right now be coming true

And be forever with my broken arms around you

No one’s gonna fool around with us

No one’s gonna fool around with us

So glad to meet you, Angeles

I’m just doing what I’m doing, I’ve been moving lately

I’m just trying to live my life, but this shit is crazy

And everybody think I’m good and I’m fantastic

Even though I’m in the game, bitch I’m not a rapper

Seen it’s real life when they killed the childhood friend

The funeral looked like a middle school reunion

Rewind the tape, man I swear they couldn’t do this

Now I live paranoid Confucius

Think about the day that I’m gonna stop breathing

Anything could happen please don’t misread it

Tornado watch in Orange Country I can see it

The world coming to an end I really can’t believe it

Can’t nobody hear my cry when I’m in the zone

Don’t nobody give a fuck, bitch I’m all alone

And the people, man they really don’t give a shit

They’ll leave you on your dick and they’ll fuck your bitch

Why in school they didn’t teach about the taxes?

In the real world man it’s all about taxes

All about TV and living above average

Where the fuck you staying, all about your status

What the fuck you drive to the size of your mattress

How big your chain and the girls that you smashing

How much you work plus the time you relaxing

Time spent in jail and on the street savage

Mixed with the robbers, the stress, and the addicts

Mixed with the greed and the guns and the havoc

Mixed with the weed and the pills and the acid

Killing off my people and the media is laughing

Learn about the past but the present is what’s happening

Probation, slavery, pissing for the master

The cops is a gang and they really beat your ass

And the courts is the mob and it’s ran by the cash

I look good on the outside

But messed up in the inside

And everybody got a gun now

I guess I’m ready to die let me fly

I really feel like I might not get married

I don’t trust myself so I trust her barely

And I’m not a dog and I’m not a cheetah

But the girls is bending over screaming Lil Beezy

And they don’t tell you that they run around with diseases

Fuck the wrong one, catch AIDS, can’t believe it

Russian roulette everyone watched and cheated

Your main girl high in tax and she fucking Regis

Who wants a million?

Most gold diggers do

Say one thing and think another, man they really do

Anything that help you go to hell with the parachute

They really just chirping, talking back like the parrots do

I’m really trying to spit real life like the parents do

Ask bout Lil B and they tell you that I spit the truth

A lot of people don’t understand what I do

And when the world ends just play this song when it’s through