Inspiring Based Music

[Acid Souljah]
Bitch, you know I'm on that based shit
They can't replicate all the swag that we makin'
Imma roll this [?] and then I'm gonna face it
I been on a mission, every day I'm paper chasin'
I'm tryna get the guap, bitch
I will never stop even when I'm on top, bitch
I'm tryna see the whole team go and fuckin' get rich
I came a long way from sellin' fake pressed shit
I came a long way from [?]
I was getting high, skipping school, you was [?]
I ain't tryna work with these rappers 'cause I think they dumb lame
I'm in the stu, cookin' hits, goin' insane
I'm really based, bitch
I'm sellin' new swag
Y'all be on that lame shit
I'm wearing shit that y'all haven't even seen before
I don't got a lot of friends, that's why I went and copped a 2-door
I could never tell a lie, why the fuck you think I'm wearin' all this True for?
I'm tryna see my family eat, why the fuck you think I'm countin' all these blues for?
I heard your new tape, that shit sounded piss poor
I'm hittin' noscopes, I'm still on the top of the motherfuckin' scoreboard
They wanna copy all my swag, they some motherfuckin' clones like they straight outta Star Wars
I [?], why the fuck you think I brought this fuckin' mag for?
You wanna copy all my swag, you gon' have to do some shit you don't even have the cash for
My haters smell bad and they fuckin' dirt poor
I know I'm comin' up, this the shit I worked for
I know I'm comin' up 'cause I work hard bitch
I'm on that based shit and I'm really positive
I'm spreadin' love in my songs, no cap
If you hatin' on me, you a lame, that's a fact
When I'm in the stu, all I'm finna do is spaz
I'm a based teacher, I could give your ass a class

[d0llywood1]
Uh, uh
[?] Acid Souljah tell me what I know
I might take a nap or cut my class and pour a four
I don't wanna fuck that bitch, I'm pretty sure we fucked before
And she said she liked my verse and said she like when I say "go"
I [?] I gotta go
[?] my song so I put jewelry on my clothes
[?] no, I'll never fold
Makin' people happy, that's my one and only goal
I gotta get rich, I wasn't fine with bein' poor
Flexin' on these niggas, how you fine with bein' broke?
I could take her hole, I would rather take her soul
By the neck, hold me close, baby, never let me go
Flexin' in that bitch and I ball like [?]
Said he want some smoke, gave his ass a lethal dose
Blood in my cup and my dick in her throat
I'm a switch, baby [?]
Ever since the [?], but I don't
I been bad, baby, like my name is [?], ay
I still from my south, I'mma always
[?] niggas grab the remote
Yes, I text that bitch but I don't do that no more
You can trust me baby, you don't have to check my phone
[?]
[?] bitch on the way, bitch I can't do this anymore
Said she tryna fuck, I said baby that's for sure
[?] nigga, I'm desensitized to gore
If you really want me, you would never hit the door
All types of pills like a fuckin' candy store
She get on her knees, bitch, address me as your lord
I don't trust a bitch 'bout as far as I could throw
Think I lost myself, Kara, where did you go, go?
I smoke by myself 'til my body move slow
Uh, turn up, turn up, turn up, go, go, go