Back To The Basics

Lemme tell you what my name is I'm the one that's running 'round the bases All these other rappers rap baseless Back to the basics Slow like I'm in The Matrix Flow tighter than a facelift I be on my Dre shit, Drake shit You be on that fake shit I be on that "you be getting half of what I make" shit I be in this bitch going harder than the bass hit You be on that jealousy shit, that's why you hate it We be on that "damn, this shit so good it must be laced" shit Y'all be on that "if it isn't free then it's a waste" shit You know I be smoking until I can't feel my face Tryna beat me, I ain't even in the race Listen, what I'm tryna say is We ain't in the same shit You be in your feelings I be out here tryna change shit I be somewhere pretty hard to get without a plane, bitch But if you wanna meet up I'm sure that we can arrange it I must be speaking in tongues Feeding the young Reefer what I keep in my lungs, huh? Don't you see what I've done? Believe and become If you need a reason, I'm one Must be speaking in tongues Feeding the young Reefer what I keep in my lungs, huh? Can't you see what I've done? Believe and become If you need a reason, I'm done I ain't really done, though This the Rap Genius But I've got the dumb flow I be going gung-ho They be acting like they don't know Then holla at me when they funds low Oh I'm just playing But As I was saying I'm the Miggidy-mack dad This liquor been making me act bad I wanna be where the fat cats at So I'm getting to that bag And they be in Silicon Valley and Beverly Hills I'm talking that bag That big, that bad, that boujee They think I'm max mad But I ain't that mad, bruh