King of rap
I could bet my money on that
Can't face the facts that a young guy killing shit
Give me another shot and I'mma come with my mask on
Seen a lot of gross since I came with the Vans on
Now it's '09 and I'm running with the based god
Fire in my eyes
Mix my soul with the napalm
Mix and match
All I need is dro and one mic
One pad
One pen
Them lights
Feeling like a plane when it's up and in flight
Dressing everyday like I'm dead with the pinstripe
This a few things that show I'm the rawest
In the cash everyday so I'm balling like Spalding
Want beef?
Glock six
Have you balding like Baldwin
Your favorite rapper out
I'mma lay them in the coffin
No talking when I'm talking
'Cause it's legend
Pay attention
Only time I sat in class is when I'm serving a detention
I fuck with Soulja Boy
Getting money, nigga
Everytime I see rappers
All I'm thinking that I'mma get them
In the booth or in the streets
I've been known to tear or rip them
15 and 16
I was breaking down the system
Nobody could tell me nothing
I was living off my system
Head fucked up
I thought it would be cool to go to prison
Watching Hot Boyz on BET
Getting all these women
So I got my gold grill because I'm thugged out with them
I put on for my city
We done did it for six years and just reached twenty
A lot of dudes I grew up with didn't see 20
Everytime I have a birthday I'm thinking God love me
Everytime I hit the beat, man
I do it for my mom
Working hard everyday
I'mma make it where it's mine
I'mma hustle all the time like Lil Wayne do
If you're up against me you'll get ate like grapefruit
My first reaction was like just chill and stay cool
The rap game is slow
And it just ain't cool
Always jocking on my style
And it just ain't you
Only time I feel you is if a based boy do
Because I'm a rap god and a based boy too
I can listen to the hate and put the volume on mute
So the only thing I hear is the horses in the coupe
When the roof go down it remind me of my chick
Getting money off the flow because I'm trapping like a bitch
Like Gucci Mane said
But it's rich nigga clique
And my name's Lil B
You can call me king of rap
I done did a few things
And I'm never going back
Mirror mirror
On the wall
Shit, I'm asking who the man is
Lil B for Lil Boss
I'm praying to my canvas
I deserve the ground because I'm speaking for the masses
And I'm in the weed
I'm getting chiefy like Kansas
Word to the wise
You should fear the competition
'Cause I'm the only vet that's a based god spitting
And you ain't in the game until you make a thousand songs
And you're dying for this rap 'cause it's the only thing you love
Birth of rap

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