When Lil B titled his last digital label released mixtape I'm Gay, he received several death threats. Although he is heterosexual, he says the title is a message of support to the LGBT community. Referring to the alternative definition of gay, he says he is gay because he is happy. Following the death threats, he added "I'm Happy" in parenthesis to the album's title. I'm Gay received positive reviews with many fans commenting on the album's wide variety of positive messages and noting the unique beats and lyrical styles not common to mainstream hip hop. He raps about many controversial issues including race relations, poverty, humanity, and the justice system. The album also, according to many fans, shows the "true" side of Lil B. It entered the Billboard R&B/Hip Hop Albums chart at #56 and the Heatseekers Albums chart at #20 for the week of July 16, 2011. It is for sale on iTunes but Lil B also uploaded it to the Internet for free, posting a link to it on Twitter and Facebook saying, "for all my fans who don't have $10 to buy my album, here it is for free."
Lil B typically releases at least one mixtape every month; so far in 2012 he has released 13 mixtapes - 4 in July alone. One of those released in July was the massive 848-song, nearly 5GB collection of Based Freestyles, which is his largest release to date. In 2013, hip-hop listeners voted Lil B as the greatest rapper of all time.
Pick Up the Phone
Lil B Lyrics
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This shit don't ever stop ringing, man
Check it
The bitch call my phone like I won't go out
I'm still rounding up these bitches
Placking them at the hoe house
I feel so bitter, my mind is a cold winter
I won't miss her
All this fake manipulation, that past shit
That hoe shit
You can't see, what you can't, fuck, bitch
The door open i can't be your nigga
And I can't be your man
I feel like I'm too good
For these scareless ass bitches
You can call me hurt, betrayed
And I been played
My stomach hurt, my back hurt
And I can't sleep
Sometimes I feel like I got Chrones disease
The devil got a hold on me, btich
I need some roses please
These bitches trying to fold me
I ain't doing 50 years for no lyin-ass bitch
Look at the Central Park 5
Wrote the book about us
These bitches is lying
I ain't go pick up, nah, I ain't go pick up
Nobody gives a fuck so I don't give a fuck
Bitch, I ain't go pick up, bitch
I ain't go pick up
Nigga, I ain't go pick up
Nobody gives a fuck so I don't give a fuck
Bitch, I'm going to go take that red pill
Fuck going to work
Man, I'm going to go quit my job
I really want to be myself
Do what the fuck you want, that's real wealth
They gonna burn in hell, peevs in the cells
Don't forget the hell, the pain
And the smells
Memories, all that hurt make me
Sick to my stomach how the fuck you move on
From the pain last summer?
I don't live with regret but I
Got respect for myself at best
Remember the pictures when you was a kid
It's crazy, but for all the hell that I lived
Somebody better pay the price
My nigga it just don't feel right
I know I got a plan, and we all exist
We was born into slavery
On this matrix exist
Get your money young nigga
Keep the love that's sent but
Still fuck a bitch, easy shit
I ain't go pick up, nah, I ain't go pick up
Nobody gives a fuck so I don't give a fuck
Bitch, I ain't go pick up, bitch
I ain't go pick up
Nigga, I ain't go pick up
Nobody gives a fuck so I don't give a fuck
The lyrics to Lil B & The Basedgod's song "Aint Gon Pick Up" express a sense of frustration and detachment from others. The opening lines depict a phone ringing incessantly, symbolizing the constant demands and interruptions in the artist's life. The singer acknowledges the calls from a woman who wants him to go out, but he refuses, indicating his disinterest in engaging with these "bitches" anymore. He feels bitter and describes his mind as a "cold winter," highlighting his emotional detachment and lack of warmth towards others.
The lyrics further delve into themes of deception and manipulation. The singer mentions "fake manipulation" and "hoe shit," suggesting that he has been taken advantage of or deceived in the past. He refuses to be someone's partner or lover, proclaiming that he is too good for these "scareless ass bitches." The artist feels hurt, betrayed, and played, experiencing physical symptoms like stomach and back pain, possibly due to the emotional toll inflicted upon him. He also mentions feeling like he has "Chrones disease," which may symbolize the internal struggle and discomfort caused by deceit and emotional manipulation.
The second verse takes a more rebellious and self-assertive tone. The artist expresses a desire to break free from societal norms and expectations. He references taking the "red pill," a reference to the movie "The Matrix," which signifies choosing the truth over illusion and conformity. He no longer wants to work a job that stifles his individuality but rather desires to be his authentic self. The lyrics suggest that the pain and suffering experienced in the past have left a profound impact, making it difficult to move forward. However, the artist maintains a sense of self-respect and determination, recognizing that he has a plan and a purpose despite the hardships endured.
Line by Line Meaning
The bitch call my phone like I won't go out
The girl calls my phone assuming I won't leave the house
I'm still rounding up these bitches, placking them at the hoe house
I'm still gathering and entertaining multiple women, keeping them at a place for promiscuity
I feel so bitter, my mind is a cold winter
I feel resentful and my thoughts are filled with negativity
I never seen that bitch again and, no, I won't miss her
I never saw that girl again and, honestly, I won't feel any longing for her
All this fake manipulation, that past shit, that hoe shit
There's been a lot of deceitful manipulation, those past actions, that promiscuous behavior
You can't see, what you can't, fuck, bitch
You can't comprehend or understand what you can't experience, damn girl
The door open I can't be your nigga, and I can't be your man
The opportunity exists, but I can't be your loyal partner or your committed lover
I feel like I'm too good, for these scareless ass bitches
I perceive myself as too valuable for these fearless and undervaluing women
You can call me hurt, betrayed, and I've been played
You might label me as hurt, betrayed, and as someone who has been deceived
My stomach hurt, my back hurt, and I can't sleep
I experience physical discomfort, my stomach and back ache, and I struggle with insomnia
Sometimes I feel like I got Chrones disease
At times, I feel like I have a chronic illness like Crohn's disease, causing distress
The devil got a hold on me, bitch, I need some roses please
I'm feeling possessed or influenced by the devil, I require some solace or relief
These bitches trying to fold me, I ain't doing 50 years for no lyin-ass bitch
These women are attempting to deceive or manipulate me, but I won't endure a lengthy prison sentence because of a dishonest woman
Look at the Central Park 5, wrote the book about us, these bitches is lying
Consider the Central Park 5 case, a book was written highlighting our struggles, and these women are also engaging in falsehoods
Bitch, I'm going to go take that red pill, fuck going to work
Girl, I'm choosing to embrace reality and reject conformity, I don't care about going to work
Man, I'm going to go quit my job, I really want to be myself
Dude, I'm determined to resign from my job, I genuinely desire to be my authentic self
Do what the fuck you want, that's real wealth
Do whatever you damn well please, that's true abundance
They gonna burn in hell, peevs in the cells, don't forget the hell, the pain, and the smells
They will face eternal damnation, being tormented in prison cells, let's not overlook the hellish conditions, the anguish, and the foul odors
Memories, all that hurt make me sick to my stomach
Recollections of all the pain cause me to feel physically ill
How the fuck you move on from the pain last summer?
How in the world do you recover or progress after experiencing such pain last summer?
I don't live with regret but I got respect for myself at best
I don't dwell on regrets, but I hold self-respect above all else
Remember the pictures when you was a kid, it's crazy
Recall the photographs from your childhood, it's astonishing
But for all the hell that I lived, somebody better pay the price
Considering all the anguish I endured, someone ought to face consequences
My nigga it just don't feel right, I know I got a plan, and we all exist
My friend, it simply doesn't feel correct, I'm aware of my own intentions and we all have significance
We was born into slavery, on this matrix exist
We were born into a metaphorical enslavement, trapped within this complex world
Get your money young nigga, keep the love that's sent but still fuck a bitch, easy shit
Acquire wealth while you're young, hold onto the love you receive, but don't let relationships hinder your progress, it's simple
I ain't go pick up, nah, I ain't go pick up, nobody gives a fuck so I don't give a fuck
I won't answer the phone, no, I won't answer the phone, because nobody cares, so I don't care either
Bitch, I ain't go pick up, bitch, I ain't go pick up
Girl, I won't answer the phone, girl, I won't answer the phone
Nigga, I ain't go pick up, nobody gives a fuck so I don't give a fuck
Dude, I won't answer the phone, because nobody cares, so I don't care either
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