You know I always wanted to be the best (could never have too many of these)

You know I always wanted to be God

(Will you quit kicking me under the table?)

(I'm trying, will somebody make her) this is real talk

(Shut up about it, can we settle down please?)

It's Lil B, yeah

My new name is Based God, ice cream paint job

Only come out in the dim lights, vampire

Shouts out to A.E. for ridin' in that 6-0

Move fast, stick slow, think fast, talk slow

Dude try to play me, I'm leavin' with his bitch bro

Sorry for the cuss words, fuck that, curse more

Bruh did things should've been in the Hearse fo'

Now I'm spittin' rap shit, gave me somethin' to live fo'

Hit him with the P9, bet it'll make his ribs show

Rap game is too fake, real niggas lay low

Word around town that you livin' with a halo

Bet I got killers puttin' cash on Halo

No Xbox, shouts out to Tune, baby

Free Tune, baby, free Rocky, bitch

Free Rocky, free Rocky, bitch

Free Tune baby, bitch, free

Feel me, yuh

Bruh think I'm gay 'cause I'm grindin' 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, 6 Kiss, reckless

Hands around your neck like a necklace

Leave him screwed and chopped, have him thinking he in Texas

Nigga

Yeah, you know what I mean?

The mind is so complex when you're Based, 32 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 colors, call it raspberry

Got my own website with the dotcom

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 let me fall off the (balcony)

That's like losing Mike Vick on the Falcon team

We a faculty, but I'm the 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

I said I call it Basedworld

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, is this 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 staring

I just see through you

And from your heartbeat you are soft in the middle

I'm real on the outside, solid in the inside, bitch, it's the Westside

Chopper in the trunk, leave 'em 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

This a celebration, bitch