Back2Ba$ics Lyrics

You get fried like a perm if you wormin', you sherm

Put a price on your head and I'm makin' that purchase

I'm the man of my Derb, you a boy from the burbs

Boy, the life of the dirt ain't gonna ever be worth it

Beat the odds then I go buy mama a Birkin

Know some dirty bitches who will merk for that purse

Mama, sorry for times you was cryin' and hurtin'

Wanna crib in Morocco or a trip to the Turks

And I'm cryin' to God, but I know I ain't perfect

I be humble too much and I forget my worth

Got no heart or no soul, not no regular person

Lil Kami, RT, living hell on Earth

Got a Glock with a Dick, bitch, it's far from a virgin

Lotta bodies on bodies, someone call a nurse

Only speaking on money, she speakin' in cursive

Bitch, it's me versus the world, not no his and no hers

Try and test your luck with me, you get merked and put on a shirt

Casa boy raised in the dirt, this choppa fuck ya, make it squirt

This nigga wanna kick it with me, one wrong move and you get hurt

FN 5-7, disperse, we taught through ways to honor worth

I'm with AK and the squad, making music off perky's

You get hit with that Uzi, it's gon' take you vert

Treat the knock like it's Riri, the way that she working

She fucked the whole gang for a 2-star purse

2-star pants and some 2-star shirts, like bitch, this the brand

Stop calling it merch, 30K London, bitch, we breaking this curse

You can run and hide, but it's gon' make it worse

Hit Boston next day, I'm done with New York

Better get back then to sit back and be hurt

Had a talk with Satan when I was off yerks

It was me versus me in a dark universe

Behind every foreign, it still lay a hearse

Be aware of the mission, can't move in reverse

I don't wanna talk, got no time to converse

You get fried like a perm if you wormin', you sherm

Put a price on your head and I'm makin' that purchase

I'm the man of my derb, you a boy from the burbs

Boy, the life of the dirt ain't gonna ever be worth it

Beat the odds then I go buy mama a Birkin

Know some dirty bitches who will merc for that purse

Mama, sorry for times you was cryin' and hurtin

Wanna crib in Morocco or a trip to the Turks

And I'm cryin' to God, but I know I ain't perfect

I be humble too much and I forget my worth

Got no heart or no soul, not no regular person

Lil Kami, RT, living hell on Earth

Got a Glock with me, bitch, it's far from a virgin

Lotta bodies on bodies, someone call a nurse

So what's the word? It's up, I'm off so many drugs, I'm dozin' off

And with these girls, no trust, I know a couple moms that's willing to risk it all

Well, shit, who's willing to risk it all?

I dropped out of school 'cause the bag too small

Fuck critics, fuck rules, we don't live by law got killys from France Spain and Montreal