Basics

(Intro)

Bitch I'm loud, bitch I'm loud!

Swear to shit, 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 bitches think about me (bitch, I'm gunnin' for greatness)

Don't want that play-play round me

Homie, don't want that play-play round me (so bitch, I'm back to the basics)