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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 running with the Based God Fire in my eyes, mix my soul with the napalms Mix and match, all I need is dro, and 1 mic 1 pad, 1 pen, iPod, dim lights Feeling 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 Been to cast everyday so I'm ballin like Spalding More beef like 6 have you balding like Baldwin Your favorite rapper out, I'mma lay 'em in a coffin No talkin when I'm talking, cause it's legend: pay attention! Only time I sat in class was when I'm serving 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 streets, I'm known to tear a rhythm 15 and 16, eyes breaking down the system Nobody can tell me nothing, I was livin 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 I put on for my city We done did it for 6 years, just reached 20 Letras de cancionesA 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 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 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 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 dying for this rap, because it's the only thing you love Birth of Rap From Letras Mania