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