G.o.r. Lyrics

[Intro]
God Of rap, Lil B, Rawest Rapper Alive
Lil B

[Verse 1: Lil B]
Bodybags I was out broken in the hood you wouldn't copy that
Niggas made fun of me, niggas didn't wanna rap
I was out having beef I was talking murder rap
Bitch all this game from the hood so I murder rap
Niggas don't want… you are another rapper
Only time I rap Is when I coat plastic
Get you a plate
Gotta freeze it Ill put the dope in your face
You niggas look stupid snorting dope
I'll whip my coke and then I'll.. like a rope
My bitch hold the package balloons
Yup and she get dope the balloons
Put it up in the ass put the powder in the ass
Drugs in the penthouse got robbed for my stash
Ten in shops, got the whole block
Fort like Knox, closure shit right here
100 Grand sitting in the backseat right there
Finna take the stove, Finna take the shit out next week
Finna sell that shit whole
This reference art, art reflects life
Niggas don't spark, come back from the war
Stop the war bitch, we got more soldiers on the front line
Dying for the love dying one time
Rap niggas, I'mma take off with your plate
Im the God of rap nigga and this here my space

[Interlude 1]
Its Lil B, God Of Rap – welcome to the first level
You've completed…
I feel a new Based level – forgive me for all the pain
God Of Rap…
Lil B…
I can feel… Lil B God of Rap, Rawest Rapper Alive

[Verse 2: Lil B]
Im the God of rap I'mma show you who the maker
You're not God, you just a faker
I hold straps no matter what time of day
I got so many straps you would think that Im Gay
Shoot a couple bitches then Im back to the safe
Play Cops and Robbers, damn life's great
Lil B BasedGod, I still know the BasedGod
Call me God of Rap sincerely, the BasedGod
A lot of you rappers wanna call yourself God now
Go be in a france? You can go live
Im dying everyday but Im living in the moment
Put my Gun in your mouth cause Im so horny
And then I blast that motherfucker with the cash from the safe
Then Im movin out of state on my way to the border
Finna go push a cake, wrapped in the car, its my birthday
Put my face in the cake and I get so high
Sunflower seeds with them cocaine eyes
You can say you God of Rap, then you speaking a lie
Rawest rapper alive, Lil B BasedGod
Put my soul in the music and the mic got me crying
Smile through the speakers Im staying based now
Never leave my roots, I'mma stand and shoot
Lot of fake friends, I lost some real ones too
Still moving by myself no one no group
No gun no vest no negro shoot
Just use my hands, all honor I prove
Niggas do a lot of bad its no honor wit you
Niggas put off.. on the recruit
Put you rappers on, you should honor me too
Its some fake ass niggas I was honestly through
I'mma street nigga, you a rap nigga
Oh you a female rapper? I wanna eat your pussy too
Im eating all you pussies too, 69 two Glocks
Finna beat your pussy and the ass and keep the door locked up
Tape the bitches for money in California
(It's Lil' Bars, nigga, ya nam sayin?)
(Pain, nigga)

[Verse 3]
Yeah you the God of Rap when you speaking to Lil B
Lil B know the BasedGod and thats on everything
Im the God of Rap theres no need for explaining
Lil B the greatest, trend setter, vendetta
Grand Theft BasedGod, Grand Theft Auto
Thats Lil B
You niggas already know all the pain that I've seen
Seen money burn, seen glass floors when you look down
You can see the basement
See through the glass with the covers and the matrix
Real based talk understand what Im saying?
Way too raw for explaining
Lil B

[Interlude 2]
God of Rap – and welcome and continue to a third level
Its getting very cold
But Ima step back
05 Fuck Em Mixtape
Lil B
I need you
Lil B for life
Lil B is the rawest rapper

[Verse 4]
Give me the praises, give me the praises
Dead a nigga quick with the mac and a stainless
Won't come back unless his back where is brain is
Be a little scared every time that Im aiming
Shoot niggas up then I burn like money
Like fuck money why you love money?
My niggas hate money
He got raped on the Interstate
I came back with them guns and a dinner plate
Niggas ask me Im sending plates
Im sending more food then you ever got
Niggas greet me in America
Niggas get you in America
Got the pistol in your area
Niggas talk then they scared of us
I was sitting in the mirror 5 days just to get it up
Im focused too silent
Niggas playing games scope on em red dot em
Lil B

[Interlude 3]
God of Rap nigga
You know about me, I'm the hitman nigga
A lot of niggas getting taken out with these raps
Rawest rapper alive God of Rap

[Verse 5: Lil B]
In the hood niggas got red dots on em
Cops and helicopters with the choppers on em
With the choppers on em niggas seen a bodybag
Fiends with the heroin keep on drooling out the mouth
Its like Resident Evil man where is the people?
Niggas dying
But really – where is the people?
You want peace? Then peace is what you talk
Based got the AK with them bullets at the targets
Then you gotta line into the mother fucking coats
I really got a line where the coat split
And I really put them bags where the coat sit
You niggas need to- in the coach shit
First class niggas where my dope sit

[Outro: Lil B]
(Fuck em, God of Rap)
(Yeah – check it out)
And nigga fuck you too
Im talkin bout fuck you too
And I ain't never signed no deal
But I did sign up for some fucking X Pill
Pin one on the wall and incase niggas slipping
Living in paradise top off on instant
Niggas had problems in the hood
I got problems in the hood put the problems in the hood
I still got problems in the hood, Im wilding in the hood
Niggas wilding in this good I be wildin like I should
God of Rap nigga
Lil B