Basxc

Yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Look! I’m from the ends, from round the bend, yeah My clique is live, this not pretend, nah This not a drill, we at ya head, yeah We number one until the end This for my squad, this for the plug Do it! This for them streets not for the club Do it! I’m in adidas smokin on sativa (tell em) I’m wit a natural girl she ain’t have no weave in Yeah yeah yeah yeah And she bad she ain’t basic Nah nah nah nah She take it back to the basics Yeah yeah yeah yeah She drink it straight wit no chaser What?! What?! She keep it real she ain’t fakin County thuggin wit my brothers Only God could ever judge us Secure ya bag I ain’t stuntin We was doin what we wanted Had a studio in the basement Had the whole crib jumpin Had a bad lil mama And I never wore rubbers If I love you then I trust you If you dirty I ain’t cuffin Keep it a hunnid no frontin Never hatin no bluffin Gotta get ya self checked (facts!) Gotta make sure ya clean God saved me from the drugs Almost became a fiend Had a couple wack charges but now I got my record clean I be swaggin all alone still repping for the team F*ck it is? F*ck you mean? Still in my skinny jeans I been a rebel since birth Got the revolution in my genes My stars aligned its meant to be Young rockstar I’m a beast In the rat race for the cheese My daily bread I need a feast Tha Hyyest, raps holy priest You demons can’t f*ck wit me My family stuck wit me Ayo shoutout all my OG’s I’m from the ends, from round the bend, yeah My clique is live, this not pretend, nah This not a drill, we at ya head, yeah We number one until the end This for my squad, this for the plug Do it! This for them streets not for the club Do it! I’m in adidas smokin on sativa (tell em) I’m wit a natural girl she ain’t have no weave in Yeah you know this for them late nights From dark times we gotta chase the limelight Take my time to get my rhymes right And turn the motha f*ck up let’s get this place hype You know Tha Hyyest bout to take flight Gunney Mac got them beats tight Raised in Baltimore I need a world tour I was born in the Bronx, where my B-boys? Graffiti nation changed the decor This is Hip-Hop high fashion call it Dior Yeah you know they treated us like animals then called us “savage” Now I’m going straight bananas I’m goin savage Lock our people up in cages, now we trappin Slaves to the fuckin game I need these songs mastered, Hey! I’m from the ends, from round the bend, yeah My clique is live, this not pretend, nah This not a drill, we at ya head, yeah We number one until the end This for my squad, this for the plug Do it! This for them streets not for the club Do it! I’m in adidas smokin on sativa (tell em) I’m wit a natural girl she ain’t have no weave in Yeah yeah yeah yeah And she bad she ain’t basic Nah nah nah nah She take it back to the basics Yeah yeah yeah yeah She drink it straight wit no chaser What?! What?! She keep it real she ain’t fakin County thuggin wit my brothers, ooh