you know, i always wanted to be the best. i always wanted to be god. this is real talk.
my new name is based god. ice cream paint job. only come out in the dim lights, vampire. shouts out to a.e. for riding in that 6-0. move fast, stick slow, think fast, talk slow. dude try to play me. i’m leaving with his bitch, bro. sorry for the cuss words. fuck that, curse more. bruh, did things should have been in the hearse for. now i’m spitting rap shit, gave me something to live for. hit him with the p-9, bet it’ll make his ribs show. rap game is too fake. real niggas lay low. word around town that you’re living with a halo. bet i got killers putting cash on halo. no xbox. shout out to toon, baby. free toon, baby. free rocky, bitch. free rocky, free rocky, bitch. free toon, baby, bitch, free.
bruh, think i’m gay cause i’m riding in my tiny pants. bet i’m the only goon nigga in these tiny pants. sending off shots, kickback make your wrist jam. fully loaded thing on my arm like a wristband. you don’t want the space jam. you’re better off to vacate. no, it’s no template to touch this. six kiss. reckless. hands around your neck like a necklace. leave him screwed and chopped, have him thinking he in texas.
you know what i mean. the mind is so complex when you’re based. thirty two levels. welcome to my world. like i said. i been ready. and it feels good to be here now, finally realized. who’s the rawest rapper? yes. lil b.
just cause you a rich rapper don’t really mean shit. i’ll come to your crib and clear that whole bitch out, and then blow the swish out. my mouth put the stick out. i can’t be high and robbing pussies with my dick out. i guess i’m a show off. take my raincoat off. i’m so wet that a pussy get mad at me. switch cars, new color - call it raspberry. got my own website with the dot com. take it out the bag, over stove like top ramen. i don’t sell coke. my niggas look out for me. they ain’t wanna see me fall off the balcony. that’s like losing mike vick on the falcon team. we a faculty, but i’m a team leader. i pass you guys. i’m in the two-seater. and what’s wrong with you? this is hip hop. this that ‘09 shit. i call it based world.
that’s what i call it, based world. you know what i mean. so just to tell you, it’s a wrap. to anybody that thought they had it, you need to think again. throw your hands up. it’s lil b for lil boss. i need all the based energy i can.
yeah, this is what you really want. you got me in the flesh now. no, i’m not stressed out. i’m god. i’m the best out. rap transparent, my see-through glasses. it’s incoherent. and no, i’m not sharing. i just see through you. and from your heartbeat, you are soft in the middle. i’m real on the outside, solid on the inside. bitch, it’s the west side. chopper in the trunk. leave them soaked like a wet slide. it’s apartheid, rap game is my shit. i’m so sick. i’m feeling so nauseous. somebody tell the earth i’m the best now. somebody tell the ocean i’m the best out. somebody tell the trees i’m here now. somebody tell the world i’m based now. see me in outer space, i’m out of reach today. celebrate for me. i’m based for life. that’s a celebration, bitch.
"put it in the pantry with your cupcakes."
simon & garfunkel