[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, f*ck n*ggas thought ion hang wit the help i ain't ask for this sh*t i played the hand i was dealt
You said I'm motivation right? You look goofy as sh*t, you just a cute broke bum chains icy and sh*t truth is, but wear them same clothes twice in em sh*ts
But you winning touching this chicken dog who writing this sh*t?
I swear they pus*y and they frauds i ain't liking this sh*t, im big B yo big homie i ain't fighting and sh*t
Put this pole down yo throat, like im pipe in this b*tch
When I rhyme I'm snatching souls b*tches quiet & sh*t
I guess these n*ggas heard im single ok now they tryna f*ck i make b*tches 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 b*tches level up but make them pick that metal up
[Chorus]
Cause its da real B b*tch, who wit this rap sh*t? That's me b*tch i'ma west-side legend that's queen sh*t you ain't jumped off the porch you ain't seen sh*t x2
[Verse 2]
Yo even when im chill anywhere i stand out, how b*tches 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 f*ck a b*tch gon mimic being flexed claim she up next, talk the shoot em' up bang but ain't did sh*t yet. You not wit nobody you don't really be on sh*t, you don't slide down no block, you don't pop at no b*tch 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 f*ck yo n*gga? No. Lil B I'm grown as f*ck my pus*y 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 b*tch i ain't no bully these b*tches can't get to me , that b*tch 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 di*k kept posting me and my b*tch i was posing with that stick, then you got some fame and start copying my sh*t people think you made a wave but you just copied off my sh*t, you dont do the rap sh*t mami you just wanna follow, its facts that i made you, you should've tried modeling, these bars light as f*ck i got alot of sh*t that's bottled in talking numbers like you Nicki but its only kids that's following. When sh*t get real y'all make calls and say its over, been the same b*tch 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 sh*t 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 f*ck you tryna make your artist go against me?
You probably write her sh*t, 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 b*tch, 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*ggas 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*ggas, I ain't gotta lie
So when my n*ggas done rapping, I ain't really got a lot
You do it for an image, you ain't really on the block
That sh*t so disrespectful, b*tch I really did a lot
You rapping like you 'bout it, when we clearly know you not
Lil b*tch I hold weight, I swear to Chris you can get dropped
Type the b*tch to drop a gun, and can't even run up spot
She so grown, but when I hoe her, n*ggas acting like she not
[Chorus]
Cause it's the real, B, b*tch
Who with this rap sh*t, me, b*tch
I'm a West-side legend, that's queen sh*t
You ain't jump off the porch, you ain't seen sh*t