Bissy whipping a pie Bissy keep that fire Hk p9 Shoot like nba live Pop out the sunroof to the sky Let it shoot for that sound I'm a troop for my side I'm a troop for my side Bissy whipping a pie Bissy keep that fire Hk p9 Shoot like nba live Pop out the sunroof to the sky Let it shoot for that sound I'm a troop for my side I'm a troop for my side Shoot like nba live Nba live 05 Shoot a nigga in his side Ask him if he wanna survive Ask him if wanna die Cuz I got plays right now Sport mode when I drive I cant stay in the line Ducking dodging from the jakes Best crack in the state Trapping is but it ain't I need M's in the bank Rpg like a tank Pinky ring on bling I got love for the plays Make it out anyway What's that sound, that's Unk at the spout Scrape it 'til it dry, sift it 'til it rock Chef just like Gordan, never seen a drought I just wanna make it out, I just wanna make a block Bissy whipping a pie Bissy keep that fire Hk p9 Shoot like nba live Pop out the sunroof to the sky Let it shoot for that sound I'm a troop for my side I'm a troop for my side Bissy whipping a pie Bissy keep that fire Hk p9 Shoot like nba live Pop out the sunroof to the sky Let it shoot for that sound I'm a troop for my side I'm a troop for my side I done heard enough opp I see through the bluff opp 100 is enough shots Pull up like the bus stop Smokey when that drum stop Baby drake with bump stock Trapper school alumni Eye ball that with 1 eye Left hand that's my phone hand Right hand is that's pan hand Whiteboy that's my xan man Crack magic, like shazam Burn the 40 with a oven mitt Dig her out she in love with it Bags in I don't touch the shit Don't call 'less it's money shit What's that sound, that's Unk at the spout Scrape it 'til it dry, sift it 'til it rock Chef just like Gordan, never seen a drought I just wanna make it out, I just wanna make a block

Ha-ha, live from Houston Texas Your's truly, the Mix Tape Messiah Y'all know what time it is, it's grind time, baby Chamillitary mayn, the realest It's grind time, I need mine Grind time, I need mine Grind time (Looking at my watch) I, I, I, I, I, I, I need mine Not hanging around that corner, I'm chasing and trying to fold a Whole stack I stay on my grind, when it's hot or even colder Yeah, you know the color, denying it if they told ya That I am not just a client mayn, I am the biggest roller When it come to that paper, that paper be like my partna My paper ain't never heard, the fat lady sing at the opera Sitting low in that dropper, on top of the mono-block Ya can't let all the hating stop ya, what would you be on the block For grinding, that's the reason, yeah, that's the reason you breathing If that ain't nowhere around me, then that's the reason I'm leaving Gotta go get my G's and show 'em it ain't a problem If you'd just get off your bottom, then you'll be saying I got 'em Get it like me, maybe live near to see While the people mad at your habit, beginning to be Such a nusense but we are as real as could be And real recognize real but you looking different to me It's grind time, I need mine Grind time, I need mine Grind time (Looking at my watch) I, I, I, I, I, I, I need mine It's grind time, I need mine Grind time, I need mine Grind time (Looking at my watch) I, I, I, I, I, I, I need mine King of the Chamillitary camp, cheering for the champ BVS's in my necklace, my appearance like a lamp Lit up in my ear as they see the king appear Haters definitely can't stand it, standing near a chandelier I'ma keep on shining, like a Southern playa's spose' I'ma keep getting respect, just ask about me round the globe Down here the music slowed, if it's tight they call it throwed Candy paint cover my do's and them wheels we call em 4's Some on-lookers looking, like they wishing that they had 'em Balling if I want it, don't play with it go and grab 'em Get the old school a couple tools, candy paint and slab 'em Go and get the old school DJ Screw and jam it like a anthem Don't care 'bout who you know 'cause I'm the illest rapper rapping If you think someone better be a good lad and go grab 'em For now I just go get it and sit crooked on my Davin's And deal with it how I deal with it and do it like a champion It's grind time, I need mine Grind time, I need mine Grind time (Looking at my watch) I, I, I, I, I, I, I need mine It's grind time, I need mine Grind time, I need mine Grind time (Looking at my watch) I, I, I, I, I, I, I need mine Friends turn to foes, homies turn to haters Further down the road, partnas turn to fakers So I'ma keep it true but some will turn to perpetrators Won't keep it in control, turn to instigators Real is how we roll, use to try to play us Patience getting low, switch it to the majors Freestyle or flow, mean y'all on different pages Got that bidness man grind, had to make a couple changes It's grind time, I need mine Grind time, I need mine Grind time (Looking at my watch) I, I, I, I, I, I, I need mine It's grind time, I need mine Grind time, I need mine Grind time (Looking at my watch) I, I, I, I, I, I, I need mine

Just for now, just for now, just for now Just for now, just for now, just for now It's that time of year Leave all our hopelessnesses aside If just for a little while Lil B, Based God King of rap, I can bet my money on that Can't face the facts that a young guy killin' shit Give me another shot and I'mma come with my mask on Seen a lot of growth since I came with the Vans song Now it's '09 and I'm runnin' with the Based God Fire in my eyes, mix my soul with the napalm Mix and master, all I need is dro and one mic One pad, one pen, iPod, dim lights Feelin' like a plane when it's up and it's in flight Dressing everyday like I'm dead with the pinstripe This a few things that show that I'm the rawest Spend the cash everyday so I'm ballin like Spalding Want beef, like six I'll have you baldin' like Baldwin Your favorite rapper out, I'mma lay 'em in a coffin No talkin' when I'm talkin', cause it's legend, pay attention Only time I sat in class was when I'm serving a detention I fuck with Soulja Boy, get money nigga Everytime I see rappers, all I'm thinking, "I'ma get him" In the booth or in the streets, I been known to tear and rip 'em Fifteen and sixteen, eyes breaking down the system Nobody can 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 'em B-Town, Waterfront, and I put on for my city We done did it for six years, just reached twenty A lot of dudes I grew up with didn't see twenty Everytime I have a birthday, I'm thinking, "God love me" Everytime I hit the beat, man, I do it for my Mom Workin' hard every day, I'mma make it where it's mine I'mma hustle all the time, like Lil Wayne do If you up against me, you 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 And when the roof go down, it reminds me of my chick Getting money off the floor because I'm trapping like a bitch— Like Gucci Mane said, but it's rich nigga clique And my name is Lil B, you can call me "king of rap" I done did a few things and I'm never goin back Mirror mirror on the wall, shit, I'm askin who the man is Lil B for "Lil Boss," I'm prayin to my canvas I deserve the crown because I'm speakin for the masses And I'm into weed, I'm gettin chiefy like Kansas Word to the wise, you should fear the competition Because I'm the only vet that's a Based God spittin And you ain't in the game until you make a thousand songs And you dyin' for this rap, 'cause it's the only thing you love Birth of Rap Birth of Rap

Ayy, man, it's your boy Lil B Down in Ohio (swag), fucking all these bitches (swag, swag) Drinking Coleridge, swag so saucy (woo!) Posted in Cleveland (woo!), drive to Columbus (swag) Bitches suck my dick (woo!), 'cause my swag on a hundred (woo!) Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio (woo!) Swag like Ohio (swag) Down in Ohio (woo! Woo!) Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio We some rich, I don't give a fuck Real nigga, gold grill Ten thousand, no deal No single, just me 30 thousand for a feature Hood niggas, ten thousand Based God, your bitch call me daddy Where you from? I got love for Cincinnati, Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Throw that shit up Ohio, throw that shit up, you feel me? They know Ohio, Columbus, Cincinnati Cleveland, throw that shit up man It's way more spots If you from Ohio, throw that shit up You feel me? Fuck bitches to this, get money in this Cook to this, Based God for life I'm based in life, showing that love I'm swagging like Ohio, you feel me? Woo! Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio

Sheesh Back at the ocean again, right? Square one Waterfront, where it always starts Pull up like Italian mobsters Awkward, looked like I did things that I wouldn't honor Take a minute out the day, take a second for karma I'm alarmed by the critics saying I wasn't stronger Fuck 'em Only if they knew, I was really the strongest Seen a block nigga rise from the second he launched it—that was me I consider me a blessin' from God I took the pain when they seen I was a gift from the sky I'm realest alive Nominations, they don't even ask me Man, I rap for the love and my life is the Grammy Drake said he ain't cry when 2Pac died I bet a dub he ain't say that shit if 'Pac was alive I ain't hatin' on the nigga, I'm just speaking my mind I made 900 songs and they easy to find And I freestyled all of them, eat these rappers You can check my background—I make classics Nigga, realest alive Thinkin' based then you thinkin' business Rap niggas go to hell and I'll dig your ditches Glock 9, line 'em up, give 'em motion sickness Treat victims like a blunt and I gut the Swishers And despite how I look and I seem to dress You can't deny the big fact—that I rap the best Because my shit is all fact, beatin' half the rest Man, I came from the turf, that's half the stress Realest alive

Welcome. This is Lil B Everybody put your hands in the air I'm rolling through these? I got bitches on my dick These niggas fuck with me Because I have respect And cause I Based freestyle They gotta cut me a check All these bitches on my dick And I just want some sex I say "that's alright! Baby you're OK! My name's Lil Boss Man my name's BasedGod All these bitches on my dick And I just want you to see [Hook] I got bitches, yeah! Everybody put your hands in the air My name's Lil B. Lil B for Lil Boss She let me suck her Let me do some things She let me see her naked She let me fuck her face She lets me do what I please I said I got bad bitches She said "oh that's not me" I say "you're my bitch!" I say "you're my bop!" I say "I fuck you all day And I will not stop" I said "I'm here for life Bitch you gotta love me My name's Lil Boss But they call me Lil B!" West Berkeley representative Coming straight from Basednam And I don't know what to do They ask me if I share I'm asking "who are you?" My dude is Hugh Hefner and he fucks with me "Hugh Hefner man, I got more bitches than you" He said "that's not right!" He said "you are a liar!" "Hugh Hefner, you see my bitches tonight?" And I'm young BasedGod and I dare you to see And I gotta question who got more bitches than me!