| You know I always wanted to be the best
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| You know I always wanted to be God
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| This is real talk
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| It’s Lil B, yeah
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| My new name is Based God, ice cream paint job
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| Only come out in the dim lights: vampire
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| Shouts out to A.E. for riding in that 6−0
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| Move fast, stick slow, think fast, talk slow
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| Dude try to play me, I’m leaving with his bitch bro
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| Sorry for the cuss words, fuck that, curse more
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| Bruh did things should’ve been in the Hearse fo'
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| Now I’m spittin' rap shit, gave me somethin' to live fo'
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| Hit him with the P-9, bet it’ll make his ribs show
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| Rap game is too fake, real niggas lay low
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| Word around town that you livin' with a halo
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| Bet I got killers puttin' cash on Halo
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| No Xbox, shouts out to Tune, baby
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| Free Tune, baby, free Rocky, bitch
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| Free Rocky, free Rocky, bitch
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| Free Tune baby, bitch, free
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| Feel me
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| Bruh think I’m gay cause I’m grindin' in my tiny pants
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| Bet I’m the only goon nigga in these tiny pants
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| Sending off shots, kickback make your wrist jam
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| Fully-loaded thing on my arm like a wristband
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| You don’t want the Space Jam, you’re better off to vacate
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| No, it’s no template to touch this, 6 Kiss, reckless
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| Hands around your neck like a necklace
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| Leave him screwed and chopped, have him thinking he in Texas, nigga
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| Yeah, you know what I mean?
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| The mind is so complex when you’re Based
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| 32 Levels
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| Welcome to my world
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| Like I said I been ready
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| And it feels good to be here now
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| Finally realized
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| Who’s the rawest rapper?
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| (Yes) Lil B
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| Just cause you a rich rapper don’t really mean shit
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| I’ll come to your crib and clear that whole bitch out
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| And then blow the swish out, my mouth put the stick out
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| I can’t be high and robbing pussies with my dick out
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| I guess I’m a show-off, take my raincoat off
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| I’m so wet that a pussy get mad at me
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| Switch cars, new colors, call it raspberry
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| Got my own website with the dotcom
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| Take it out the bag, over stove like Top Ramen
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| I don’t sell coke, my niggas look out for me
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| They ain’t wanna let me fall off the (balcony)
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| That’s like losing Mike Vick on the Falcon team
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| We a faculty, but I’m the team leader
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| I pass you guys, I’m in the two-seater
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| And what’s wrong with you, this is hip-hop
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| This that '09 shit, I call it Based World
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| Based World
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| That’s what I call it, Based World
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| You know what I mean
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| So just to tell you, it’s a wrap
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| To anybody that thought they had it
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| You need to think again
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| Throw your hands up, it’s Lil B for Lil Boss
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| I need all the Based energy I can
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| Yeah, is this what you really want, you got me in the flesh now
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| No, I’m not stressed out, I’m God, I’m the best out
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| Rap transparent, my see-through glasses
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| It’s incoherent, and no I’m not staring
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| I just see through you
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| And from your heartbeat you are soft in the middle
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| I’m real on the outside, solid in the inside, bitch, it’s the Westside
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| Chopper in the trunk, leave em soaked like a wet slide
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| It’s apartheid, rap game is my shit
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| I’m so sick, I’m feeling so nauseous
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| Somebody tell the Earth I’m the best now
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| Somebody tell the ocean I’m the best out
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| Somebody tell the trees I’m here now
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| Somebody tell the world I’m Based now
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| See me in outer space, I’m out of reach today
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| Celebrate for me, I’m Based for life
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| This a celebration, bitch |