Yeah, uh
4-door Benz, it's automatic Two-shot lens, it's cinematic
Take my hand, let me show you fantastic Don't want no friends, they act too dramatic
Straight out the H, know I'm reppin' my city This where it go down, it get super gritty
The females down and most of em, pretty I'm chasin' a bag, need to lock in with 50
Nawfeast I reside all the way to Mo city This pain I can't hide, my feelings been missin
This all for the fam just to get what they wishin' I got lost in time and that cost me a ticket
Bro in the cell, he ain't tappin' with Cricket can't lock it with them, they actin' like bitches
Move by myself, they can't tell me I'm trippin' Assuming the worst, got them thinkin' I'm pimpin
I'm different, okay, I know that for sure Hop on the beat and they see how I float
I'm really a beast, but they say I'm a goat Speak when I'm geeked, now I'm givin' them hope
Dog out the leash in the streets like I'm Ghost Hard-bodied, my women treat me like the Pope
Exotic, I got it, my lungs full of dope No ostrich, she polished when using her throat
Move dummy for money, I pick up the phone Don't think this shit funny, I'm makin' it home
Backdoorin and snakin', that ain't in my bones I know niggas shaky, I'm stayin' alone
Don't care if they flakin', I'm stuck in this mode' the stu therapeutic, I stay in the zone
Back to the basics, Im still far from basic I can't be adjacent to nothin' they on
Really get paid off the flows in my dome God be the one, say I'm right or I'm wrong
Don't care for perspectives, I know the objective No need for the flexin', aint tryna be known
Look in the mirror, I know I'm the one But I know they show hatred whenever you on
Don't want all the fame, get the bread, I'm gone I seen Brodie back, he wasn,t wearing V-Lone
Four-door Benz, it's automatic Two-shot lens, it's cinematic
Take my hand, let me show you fantastic Don't want no friends, they act too dramatic
Straight out the H, know I'm reppin' my city This where it go down, it get super gritty
The females down, and most of them pretty I'm chasin', a bag', need to lock in with 50
NBDUB - Back 2 the basics Lyrics
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Yeah, uh
4-door Benz, it's automatic Two-shot lens, it's cinematic
Take my hand, let me show you fantastic Don't want no friends, they act too dramatic
Straight out the H, know I'm reppin' my city This where it go down, it get super gritty
The females down and most of em, pretty I'm chasin' a bag, need to lock in with 50
Nawfeast I reside all the way to Mo city This pain I can't hide, my feelings been missin
This all for the fam just to get what they wishin' I got lost in time and that cost me a ticket
Bro in the cell, he ain't tappin' with Cricket can't lock it with them, they actin' like bitches
Move by myself, they can't tell me I'm trippin' Assuming the worst, got them thinkin' I'm pimpin
I'm different, okay, I know that for sure Hop on the beat and they see how I float
I'm really a beast, but they say I'm a goat Speak when I'm geeked, now I'm givin' them hope
Dog out the leash in the streets like I'm Ghost Hard-bodied, my women treat me like the Pope
Exotic, I got it, my lungs full of dope No ostrich, she polished when using her throat
Move dummy for money, I pick up the phone Don't think this shit funny, I'm makin' it home
Backdoorin and snakin', that ain't in my bones I know niggas shaky, I'm stayin' alone
Don't care if they flakin', I'm stuck in this mode' the stu therapeutic, I stay in the zone
Back to the basics, Im still far from basic I can't be adjacent to nothin' they on
Really get paid off the flows in my dome God be the one, say I'm right or I'm wrong
Don't care for perspectives, I know the objective No need for the flexin', aint tryna be known
Look in the mirror, I know I'm the one But I know they show hatred whenever you on
Don't want all the fame, get the bread, I'm gone I seen Brodie back, he wasn,t wearing V-Lone
Four-door Benz, it's automatic Two-shot lens, it's cinematic
Take my hand, let me show you fantastic Don't want no friends, they act too dramatic
Straight out the H, know I'm reppin' my city This where it go down, it get super gritty
The females down, and most of them pretty I'm chasin', a bag', need to lock in with 50
4-door Benz, it's automatic Two-shot lens, it's cinematic
Take my hand, let me show you fantastic Don't want no friends, they act too dramatic
Straight out the H, know I'm reppin' my city This where it go down, it get super gritty
The females down and most of em, pretty I'm chasin' a bag, need to lock in with 50
Nawfeast I reside all the way to Mo city This pain I can't hide, my feelings been missin
This all for the fam just to get what they wishin' I got lost in time and that cost me a ticket
Bro in the cell, he ain't tappin' with Cricket can't lock it with them, they actin' like bitches
Move by myself, they can't tell me I'm trippin' Assuming the worst, got them thinkin' I'm pimpin
I'm different, okay, I know that for sure Hop on the beat and they see how I float
I'm really a beast, but they say I'm a goat Speak when I'm geeked, now I'm givin' them hope
Dog out the leash in the streets like I'm Ghost Hard-bodied, my women treat me like the Pope
Exotic, I got it, my lungs full of dope No ostrich, she polished when using her throat
Move dummy for money, I pick up the phone Don't think this shit funny, I'm makin' it home
Backdoorin and snakin', that ain't in my bones I know niggas shaky, I'm stayin' alone
Don't care if they flakin', I'm stuck in this mode' the stu therapeutic, I stay in the zone
Back to the basics, Im still far from basic I can't be adjacent to nothin' they on
Really get paid off the flows in my dome God be the one, say I'm right or I'm wrong
Don't care for perspectives, I know the objective No need for the flexin', aint tryna be known
Look in the mirror, I know I'm the one But I know they show hatred whenever you on
Don't want all the fame, get the bread, I'm gone I seen Brodie back, he wasn,t wearing V-Lone
Four-door Benz, it's automatic Two-shot lens, it's cinematic
Take my hand, let me show you fantastic Don't want no friends, they act too dramatic
Straight out the H, know I'm reppin' my city This where it go down, it get super gritty
The females down, and most of them pretty I'm chasin', a bag', need to lock in with 50
Writer: Terrell Wilson
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