b.o.r. (birth of rap)

Lyrics

lil b, based god, king of rap, i can bet my money on that, can't face the facts that a young guy kill this shit, give me another shot and i'm a come with my mask on, seen alot of grosses i came with the vans on, now it's 09 and i'm runnin with the based god, fire in my eyes mix my soul with the neapoms, mix and match, all i need is dro, and 1 mike, 1 pad, 1 pen, a ipod a them lights, feelin like a plane when it's up and it's in flight, dressin everyday like i'm dead with the pinstripe, this a few things that show that i'm the rawest, been to cast everyday so i'm ballin like spalding, more beef like 6 have you baldin like baldwin, your favorite rapper out, i'm a 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 was severin a detention, i fucks with soulja boy, get money nigga, everytime i see a rapper, i think that i'm a get him, in the booth or in the strets, i'm known to tear a rhythm, fifteen and sixteen, eyes breakin down the system, nobody can tell me nothin, i was livin off my system, head fucked up, i thought it would be cool to go to prison, watchin hot boyz on bet, gettin all these women, so i got my gold grill because i'm thugged out with em, b-town, waterfront i put on for my city, we done did it for six years, just reached 20, alot of dudes i grew up with, didn't see 20, everytime i have a birthday, i'm thinkin god love me, everytime i hit the beat, man i do it for my mom, workin hard everyday i'm a make it where it's mine, i'm a hustle all the time, like lil wayne do, and if you ever get 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 jockin all my style and it just ain't you, only time i feel you, is if a based boy do, because i'm 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 my coupe, and when the roof go down it reminds me of my chick, gettin money off the flo' because i'm trappin like a bitch, like gucci mane said but it's rich nigga click, 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 ground because i'm speakin for the mases, and i'm in the weed, i'm gettin cheify like kansas, words 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, because it's the only thing you love, birth of rap