Lil B Tin Man Lyrics
Tin Man by Lil B
The yellow brick road ain't what it seems
I had to click my heels twice so it wasn't a dream
What you wanna know about Little B
No wizard can stop my dreams
No tin man could hit on me
Dorothy wanna fuck me, bitch please
I know the alphabet, Lil B a og
Forty acres and a mule, that's me
[?] on my back, World War Three
Berkeley Oakland surroundin' me
If you got a problem turn the music silent
What I got comin' similar to a giant
Money up and down like the stock is pilin'
Alcohol up in the village
They gotta keep name hot, Lil B he be killin' it
We out in the town all day
Fuckin' with the townspeople
Doin' what we do
Hey hey
Like I said, it's your boy Lil B
Hittin' raw knowledge and comin' like 2Pac
No rules when I come and I take jewels
Eyeball a brick pullin' cards, you fake dudes
I don't wanna hang out with your fake crew
Goin' insane, turn me to the Hulk
Ten star review by Pitchfork
Back like cook crack, yeah I'm back
Lookin' like [?] up in the trap
Still wearin' every chain when you rap
Metaphor to the past 'cause you black
Might tuck the strap when I'm in The Pack
Only nigga go to school with the mac
Feelin' like anime, this all facts
Some people still wanna ask what's next
I got everything that I can
Every girl tellin' me that I'm the man
So fake, you record him with a cam
Got the lions, tigers, and bears out the jam
Lions and tigers, bears oh my
I might just sell a fuckin' bean pie
Gotta hustle with the bakery
No Tourette's, you ain't shakin' me
I stay down to the ground
Never fake on my friends, what's goin' down
Lil B
Hey, hey, yes
Hey, hey, yes
As real as it gets
This as real as it gets (yes)
Ayy, this as real as it gets
Yeah, this as real as it gets
We out in this motherfucker man, you feel me
Trap Oz
Walkin' down that yellow brick road or somethin', you feel me
Out in the jungle with the lions and tigers and bears, oh my
Might fuck around and sell a bean pie, yeah
You feel me, all hustle
Keep it honest, you know what I'm sayin'
It's your boy Lil B
Life's college, Trap Oz
Shout out to the Based God
Yes
I had to click my heels twice so it wasn't a dream
What you wanna know about Little B
No wizard can stop my dreams
No tin man could hit on me
Dorothy wanna fuck me, bitch please
I know the alphabet, Lil B a og
Forty acres and a mule, that's me
[?] on my back, World War Three
Berkeley Oakland surroundin' me
If you got a problem turn the music silent
What I got comin' similar to a giant
Money up and down like the stock is pilin'
Alcohol up in the village
They gotta keep name hot, Lil B he be killin' it
We out in the town all day
Fuckin' with the townspeople
Doin' what we do
Hey hey
Like I said, it's your boy Lil B
Hittin' raw knowledge and comin' like 2Pac
No rules when I come and I take jewels
Eyeball a brick pullin' cards, you fake dudes
I don't wanna hang out with your fake crew
Goin' insane, turn me to the Hulk
Ten star review by Pitchfork
Back like cook crack, yeah I'm back
Lookin' like [?] up in the trap
Still wearin' every chain when you rap
Metaphor to the past 'cause you black
Might tuck the strap when I'm in The Pack
Only nigga go to school with the mac
Feelin' like anime, this all facts
Some people still wanna ask what's next
I got everything that I can
Every girl tellin' me that I'm the man
So fake, you record him with a cam
Got the lions, tigers, and bears out the jam
Lions and tigers, bears oh my
I might just sell a fuckin' bean pie
Gotta hustle with the bakery
No Tourette's, you ain't shakin' me
I stay down to the ground
Never fake on my friends, what's goin' down
Lil B
Hey, hey, yes
Hey, hey, yes
As real as it gets
This as real as it gets (yes)
Ayy, this as real as it gets
Yeah, this as real as it gets
We out in this motherfucker man, you feel me
Trap Oz
Walkin' down that yellow brick road or somethin', you feel me
Out in the jungle with the lions and tigers and bears, oh my
Might fuck around and sell a bean pie, yeah
You feel me, all hustle
Keep it honest, you know what I'm sayin'
It's your boy Lil B
Life's college, Trap Oz
Shout out to the Based God
Yes