The Basement ft. Paul Roberson Lyrics

You not hard, you not crazy, you just act retarded

Car out a video game, you gotta push start

Shoot a nigga right in his chest, we take shit to heart

My niggas out here steppin', we gon' stomp the yard

Niggas wanna act like dickheads, my gun cocked

Gotta pay your taxes, this an H&R Block

Cartier's and big guns, we got chopsticks

Opp niggas get shot through the optics

Pop shit, we got shit, you cannot knock this

Push a button, stop his growth like Milonakis

Every day like the Oscars, how we got this

My niggas is Slap Rock and they got Smiths

Hit his apple with that 40, that's my Granny Smith

Not a kid, this my house, watch who you playin' with

Boy, you better get off your ass, fuck all that lazy shit

Scoliosis, they got me back on some wavy shit

I started out the motherfuckin' basement with this shit, nigga

Man, we came from the motherfuckin' closet with this shit, nigga

We in our own motherfuckin' booth

Man, let these niggas know what it is, bro

It's all in the family, bitch

New drop, all black on 26 inches

Burn weed, burn money, but don't burn the bridges

Unfazed, unafraid, and we unforgiving

Double crosses, Jesus pieces, but I'm not religious

Hatin' niggas, talk shit, free promo

You only got about one dollar, your money's so low

Smokin' blunts from this pound, roll elbows

Shootin' niggas right in his feet, he wearin' shell toes

In the trap, 40 on my lap, sawed off by the door

Took you so long to push the pack, man, your money gone

All these grim decisions that you makin', put the reaper on

Tag his ass, if we toe-to-toe, it's N-E-M-I-N-E-M-O

Tried to sneak his way to the top and take over the throne

Had to put his ass under the sheets, now his cover is blown

Please don't make me fuck your features up over a song

I only compete with the ones that I'm bringin' along

Yeah, man, y'all niggas just started gettin' money

With this PPP shit, we was in high school

Runnin' through a hundred grand, and that's on everything

That's on Den

These niggas tryna keep up, they in and out of pace

Paint the picture if I draw on him, leave him without a trace

I love them 38s, I leave him without a case

And they don't jam, I leave your head with a lot of space

We go spot up and shoot with no hesitation

And the money put away, so when we fight the case

Gotta travel for the bricks like a vacation

Wanna get the scripts from the doc, you gotta stay patient

Dirty glove, I'll put you in the box next to the registration

Or I'll plant a seed and put you with the vegetation

We some animals, but they done put you on a reservation

Catch me in the field huntin', bringin' all my prey in

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