Still Run It

2017 and I'm here to represent

And I'm the DJ, It's BasedGod in the mix

And it ain't no question if I'm down to ride

On the West Coast it's get money or die

I'ma tell you this motherfucker I ain't no punk

Cause everything I seen I never said a word once

I come from Berkley, Water Front to be exact

And I don't go to strip clubs, bitch fuck with a mack

All you niggas soft, I don't fuckin autotune

I make your bitch suck my dick while her friend's in the room

People like me facing 30 to life

And I don't give a motherfuck if you black or if you white

Shut the fuck up when I'm talkin' you a mark

I'd rather break a whole bank then let a bitch break my heart

It's us against them, motherfuck the rest

And if you've got a problem bitch come to the West

It's 2017, West Coast we back

Hip-Hop is back

Light that weed up, it's finna be a long night tonight

Bay Area

What the fuck is funny? Motherfucker I ain't no joke

My name Lil B and it's murder that he wrote

I need a hundred thousand for a beat and a verse

And niggas like me I put yo ass in a hearse

So how do I survive in this world full of pain?

No, I'm not a slave and your history is fake

I tell you like this I ain't no motherfuckin' sucka

And tell that punk hoe I don't motherfuckin' love her

I'ma tell you somethin', girl, get a education

I need a smart woman, not a girl that's fakin'

Rollin' five deep in a four-door Chevy

Like Pastor Troy motherfucker I'm ready

Only takes a second, and you gone

That's why I had to make this a rap song

This is for the world, I do this for y'all

I'm finna throw a party at Easmont Mall

Lil B in the house

BasedGod in the House

Yeah, Yeah

Let's get it

BasedGod