Secrete Obsession - Lil B

God’s Father

2012 Lil B mixtape shit

Yeah it’s my mixtape, my mixtape better than they album, you feel me haha

I been doin this shit man, what yall talkin about man

You feel me

Man this some real shit

A lot of niggas slept on flows, told me I wouldn’t make it

From rhymin out the basement, to climbin on top of stages

Had to clear my air, never resorted upon the dangers

Put niggas under dirt like John Gacy

But I remembered how I started flowin in front of faces

It was 6th grade at P.E.

tryin to remember

My nigga Leron Derrick G told me, write up on the paper

We would all compete on, who rhymes was greater

And they exposed me to lined paper

That’s when my whole fuckin life changed, I’m the greatest

Started rappin colder, Lil E showed me to pace it

My nigga that showed me the faces

In 7th grade a young ass nigga thought I was older because of my facial

First time I got head and, gave her a facial

8th grade, passin up school mane, occasionally

Thank god for summer school, I threw my education

When I hit high school I was sorry, a little blatant

That’s when I met L, started choppin it up occasionally

I realised he was a cool nigga but I couldn’t say it

We got a in skatin

And one day he offered me out to record

That changed my heart rate from normal, to pacing

Hit the studio… … rappin man

EJ started cookin, writing verses up on replay

My first real hit was featured up on his demo

Called «Run Nigga Run», I’m not speakin on relay

He told me he had a fan verse on replay

That’s when I told him I had somethin to free-say

Then I met Stunnaman right before the Wolfpack

That’s when he was Keith, but that’s the look

And I made my first solo, we on the grind and took that

But we did a remix, I felt I shook rap

We had a big session freestyle around the table

That shit started progressin and fuck with honest label

I recorded at his house, but I’m skippin some major fables

Started a cool company called the Boss Man label

But it didn’t work out because it didn’t even fit us

Then we seen the table, maybe 10th graders had earnings

Mic below the navel, and the shit was so unda man

I wonder

I got into a lil trouble man

Caught the cases, the bad kid from Berkeley, can’t replace it

But that shit fucked up my mental and made me lazy

So I slacked off of rap and started thinkin about my problems

My heart went from pacin, above joggin, act normal

Sometimes I feel I wanna replace it

You feel me?

When my grandpa died I feel like I was outta location

God damn

But yo niggas can tell this my diary, a blessing

My mum said your skin get thicker with lessons

Introduced me to the greats and started blowin up sessions

A wild crazy kid went home, lookin for chess and

I played the world pretty damn good, I guessed it

I had a secret life… … death was my obsession