B.O.R. (Birth of Rap)

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