[Intro: Lil B]
N***a, if I don't go platinum
If I don't sell 1,000,000+ records
Oh yeah, it's a motherfuckin problem
My first album better go platinum, and it's finna go platinum

[Verse 1: Lil B]
This is BasedGod for the birds
Tour around the world, then I serve to the curb
I got shit for sale, I got guns and mail
I put guns in mail, BasedGod bitch!
You got killed with the last shot
How do I suck? I just like to fuck a lot
Don't put words in the air if you don't know me
Those stares, you n***as is like Kobe
N***as get blasted for thinkin they 2Pac
I look like a nerd, but I got the ooh-ahh
I keep it real, I got the same line that you got
But you got a fade, and I use the blade
Gettin money, in the snow or the rain
N***as act the same, bitches act lame
You hate Lil B? You's a bitch
I put you in the same box as a brick
And then I fuck you like a bitch
The dope that I sell makes fiends take shits
I'm still in the hood like the bass line
05 Fuck Em, I gotta thank the BasedGod
Lil B
N***a, if I don't go platinum, n***as gonna have to pay
N***as gonna be hell to pay
This gonna be a bad day if I don't sell 1,000,000+ records my first album

[Verse 2: Lil B]
I gotta take the power back, you n***as taking power naps
A lotta things you suckas do, I wouldn't be proud of that
Don't come through the hood if you don't know how to act
Doctors come at you with ??? and them shower caps
Suck it up n***a, you don't be proud of that
Everybody wanna tell, n***as be proud of that
A lotta n***as get caught, and they don't know how to act
I'ma act civilized, dope guns and dead beef
Who's still in the streets? I know I am
I stay in the street like them bootleg Jordans
And I'm still shooting like Robert Horry
In the streets, home court, do it for the glory
My n***as serving pills, that's what they told me
I don't know nothing, that's just a homie
If you sell bricks, then you taking chances
In the Bay n***as doing life for advancement
Couple n***as in the hood got left stranded
It's war in the streets but we don't panic
It's dope on the block n***a don't cram it
You gotta make room, please don't jam it
And don't leave the residue burning
I'ma serve you n***as like writs to nurses
You know I gotta go platinum, I got to
Fuck that

[Verse 3: Lil B]
N***as get they head bust, I'm like, "So what"
I won't shed a tear, I'm not gon' pore up
N***as be laughing, and they won't grow up
So n***as gon' be surprised, you feel me?
I was born American, so I know about the genocide
Taking n***as out, dying with pride
Don't close your eyes, 05 Fuck Em mixtape
This here Lil B, we gon' survive
I'm a real thug, no award n***a
I ain't enlisted but I'm still at war, n***a
50 n***as rocking like ___ triggers
I got 30 chop n***a, fuck women
Reppin for the Bay, and the whole world
World Westside, Berkeley boy, California n***a
Locking up the dope with the corn liquor
51 ho wanna fuck a n***a
52 bitches, aing where it's at
Got a ___ bitch with the 6 pack
Servin out dope like ___ rat
You know what I'm saying?
N***as want platinum, I'm holding that gutta shit down from the start
I ain't stop being gutta, n***a