Vote for Lil B

Welcome to the based house: bitches and pistols

Nigga try to break in; you gon' get your issue

I feel it in my mind, I'm close to the sky

Seein' visions when I'm high; I'm controlling them pies

I be selling off work; I'm controlling the price

You can come up stairs, I got trophies and diamonds

Plaques on the wall; don't be surprised

Why do kids cry? I won't go high

Bitch gon' see me in the hood or the sky

You gon' see raised hell, I'm gon'

Started to cry and it started to rain

People ask for a feature; you can't teach the teacher

I sure feel lonesome at the bottom of the totem

Won't nobody quote 'I'm, won't nobody show 'I'm

There's crust in my eye, but my blood turned golden

My soul on these streets, the people keep me focused

Stay clicked up had to partner up with Oakland

Richmond, Vallejo, Sacramento

San Francisco got that work right in a rental

Spots in Sacramento look bad like New Orleans

People tough indoors, coming out start groaning

Stay brave; you at war every morning

Pick ya battle; I won't lose pickin' battles

Taking losses everyday; look I fought my shadow

Took a look in the mirror, now I battle myself

There's black smoke in the room; I'm on fire myself

Been around the whole world and ain't nobody else

The same as the next man; play the cards you was dealt

If you gotta a brain, consider yourself lucky

If you got the motivation, go get that money