Based Jam
It’s Lil B, it’s Based Jam!
You niggas want it
I’mma give it to him closed casket
I'm off the switch
Dolo pitch like Steve Madden
In the game, and nigga, I don’t sit bench
I hit them back to back and fuck a rich bitch
I’mma tell you about this gangsta shit
I’mma tell you about these niggas
That I fuck with
Yeah, and I’m still with the strap
Every time I leave the game it
Always call me right back
Peace to the person left out on their back
Cause tit after tat, karma come back
You would talk all night
But niggas didn't care
Know how it feels to know you’re not there
You gotta step back and watch
The game from the top
How you gonna live when you
Can’t work the pots
How you gonna lose when you people on top
People get lost but you got off the block
For real music to your ears cause I
Know you’re living hot
Let me tell you like this
All this fake shit stops
Why they have to hate the ones that gifted
You know we're all gifted package wrapped
Up with love and magic
Love and magic when we thought
That it couldn’t happen
Niggas talking in the game
Is way past rapping
Spread money at the table
Bitch passin napkins
You can say I turned fake
But that never happened
Never would, you can hate
But you never should
I met Suge in West Oakland
I'm out in the hood
Shit real, when you really see my face, man
The whole world waiting on me
Like it's space jam
Real talk, I made a song with the best rapper
You could call me, the rawest rapper
High speed
Cause you know that the Buick faster
Bitch you know I, one mother fuckin bastard
Summer time in Mosswood with the barbecue
High Rise West Oakland, I fuck with you
Crazy how they keep you in one spot
Gotta wake up real and get on the block
Niggas are post up but won't
Even call the block
Allen Iverson everybody pushed the rock
And that shit's sick
I'm comin from that gutta
I’m that pretty bitch, yeah
It's Lil Boss you know we’re thugging, man
I’mma tell you like
I keep it gangsta all day
With that mother fucker you know it
I’m still sipping high, riding high
You know I’m so fly