[Verse 1]
Look, who holding my city down you can't name no one else, post a flier for a show then i came by myself, fuck n***as thought ion hang wit the help i ain't ask for this shit i played the hand i was dealt
You said I'm motivation right? You look goofy as shit, you just a cute broke bum chains icy and shit truth is, but wear them same clothes twice in em shits
But you winning touching this chicken dog who writing this shit?
I swear they pussy and they frauds i ain't liking this shit, im big B yo big homie i ain't fighting and shit
Put this pole down yo throat, like im pipe in this bitch
When I rhyme I'm snatching souls bitches quiet & shit
I guess these n***as heard im single ok now they tryna fuck i make bitches put it up cause if they don't they getting touched
Not ashamed im from the bottom we ain't really come from much
I made bitches level up but make them pick that metal up

[Chorus]
Cause its da real B bitch, who wit this rap shit? That's me bitch i'ma west-side legend that's queen shit you ain't jumped off the porch you ain't seen shit x2

[Verse 2]
Yo even when im chill anywhere i stand out, how bitches so tough whole time head down? Shouldn't have said my name i got the upper hand now you was shook when i seen you i gave you a pass now. How the fuck a bitch gon mimic being flexed claim she up next, talk the shoot em' up bang but ain't did shit yet. You not wit nobody you don't really be on shit, you don't slide down no block, you don't pop at no bitch it ain't even real beef y'all just some internet hoes I'm the same one who told you "yo go buy yo ass some clothes" when i seen you i seen hoe would i fuck yo n***a? No. Lil B I'm grown as fuck my pussy fatter then yo nose. When i seen you you was froze you ain't even have a chain on should've cheesed neck yo ass and told you "Quit it wit them lame songs" lil bitch i ain't no bully these bitches can't get to me , that bitch know that she can't whoop me so racked up that I'm on fully
Before you had a name you was all on my dick kept posting me and my bitch i was posing with that stick, then you got some fame and start copying my shit people think you made a wave but you just copied off my shit, you dont do the rap shit mami you just wanna follow, its facts that i made you, you should've tried modeling, these bars light as fuck i got alot of shit that's bottled in talking numbers like you Nicki but its only kids that's following. When shit get real y'all make calls and say its over, been the same bitch that use to post up on the corner In the club, off patron, probably standing on the sofa, hey for what Lil B? You want a gun, with no diploma. You ain't even from the road, better try that shit again
And your fans think you got it, why you lie to them again?
Wanna keep it strictly music, imma body her again
All these fake tough pages, I know it's probably her again
Joseph told me, "Rocky, you the coldest in the city"
So why the fuck you tryna make your artist go against me?
You probably write her shit, but them guns, you can't convince me
Listen, you are not a shooter, you ain't never load a semi
You ain't got enough muscle for that Draco not to kick back
Lil bald head bitch, I know you scared to get your wig snatched Banging on a xyzlo, lil hoe, I wouldn't have did that
You ain't 'bout it if that address ain't exactly where you live at
I tried being nice, but imma tear your ass apart
On my mama you was scared, and see, I really got a heart
I know n***as geeking you, you could've played it smart
But now I gotta shether you and really make it hard
This rap filled with corny n***as, I ain't gotta lie
So when my n***as done rapping, I ain't really got a lot
You do it for an image, you ain't really on the block
That shit so disrespectful, bitch I really did a lot
You rapping like you 'bout it, when we clearly know you not
Lil bitch I hold weight, I swear to Chris you can get dropped
Type the bitch to drop a gun, and can't even run up spot
She so grown, but when I hoe her, n***as acting like she not

[Chorus]
Cause it's the real, B, bitch
Who with this rap shit, me, bitch
I'm a West-side legend, that's queen shit
You ain't jump off the porch, you ain't seen shit