Basics
(Intro)
b**ch I'm loud, b**ch I'm loud!
Swear to sh*t, man
Law
(Verse)
Now I was cruisin' down the street with my 4-4
Rag hangin', bangin' jack whoeva fo' dough
Tryna make the stack from my foes
Tryna make it crack for my loafs
Neva turn my back on my blood
Even with my back to the roast(?)
Even with some hoes in these hopes
Pray is to God they be patchin' moka
They thought I was runnin'
Woulda had me buried and shackled up
But I'm now with GB tarantula
And this wine ain't a lot
But it ended first in the dirt
? my set in the sky
(Hook)
But tell me why is so much hate around me
So many hatin' ass niggas around me (they must not want me to make it)
Don't know a thing about me
I swear these hoes don't know a thing about me (they just know I'mma make it)
For what they think about me
For what these pussy b**ches think about me (b**ch, I'm gunnin' for greatness)
Don't want that play-play round me
Homie, don't want that play-play round me (so b**ch, I'm back to the basics)
