[Intro]

It's your boy Lil B

Shouts out to none of you rappers

Your careers is over

Based

[Verse]

Chasing the rain, I know that the game got slight change

I stopped hittin licks ‘cause that shit was just chump change

My dude said “B, you a god for the streets”

And I ain’t seen him in days, my boys hustle for keeps

And you on that petty shit, my bruh, felony and bank-rob

I know a white girl that did ten for a bank job

Seen a lot of money, but that shit ain’t never fazed me

I’m driving down 6, in the Stolo looking crazy

I’m feeling like the boss, my tat game is real life

You think I got a tongue because I like the rock shit?

Bruh, I hit forty licks, and I’m known to rock shit

Put my name on the paper, shit, I’m finna eat meals

Only nigga from the hood 16 with a deal

And I still don’t got a car ‘cause I walk around the streets bitch

Young Beezy B, yeah, it's Young Beezy B!

And I’m coming for your crown, so watch out, Weezy Wee

And Drizzy Drake, Missy and Ol' Jay-Z

We ain’t got real beef; this is lyrical shit

I’m in the transplant car, call it the miracle whip

Hip-Hop need a God and I'm ready to be crucifix

Shit, I guess you listen to these rappers

They all apart of SAG 'cause they some really good actors

Ready for the war, bring your whole fucking team out

It's like Star Wars the way I bring that fucking beam out

A lot of haters talk, but they ain’t making no music

They rather live fake, make money, then they lose it

My back against the wall, that's why I feel Lil Boosie

I’m in the beach house with your main bitch, choosin’

And I don’t play games because I ain’t fucking with them losers

Because in my lifetime, I can’t make no excuses

Came from the bottom with my knee up on my waistline

Yeah! I was a baller in high school

Had a different whip, every day, switchin’

Cops came by, and there's no need for snitchin’

Because when you do that, your membrane full of stitches

Code of the real: that you mind your own business

Code of the block is that you never stop grinding

‘Cause I been under pressure, that's why I love diamonds

I’m a X-Man, I’m a mutant of the future

Never ever thought the quiet dude might shoot ya

Cause loud mouth men, they immature students

This my class, so I’m here every day

I’m on the honor roll, and I’m still a real nuisance

Brang Dang Dang and I’m back, and I’m juicin’

My eyes getting red, my soul is on the canvas

Painting on my body and it's like you on campus

Where's homeroom, because I’m looking for the master

You play games, and I’m not, shit, Ted Danson

But the bullets leave you dancing

I’d kidnap myself, and put my music up for ransom

Lil Boss, I’m handsome

God damn 'em bruh...

God damn 'em bruh...

[Outro]

It's that real shit, know what I mean?

Chasing the rain, you feel me?

But like, this some real Westside mafia music type shit

Know what I mean?

Coming from the motherfucking realest, man

Lil B for "Lil Boss", know what I mean?

Like I said from the first time, man

All you rap niggas, man, it's a problem

Know what I mean?

Suck my dick bitch, you feel me?

And that's how we in this motherfucker, man

Hundred thousand, hundred million, man

I'm in this motherfucker going eightzilli, eightwilli, trillion thousand on a bitch