The Basement

I got the screw and the blunt, I got the good energize

I got the Blue Face, two A's, hoo-ray, never complacent

Love me, more me, for me, plus out the base, shit (yeah, yeah)

Since when, good raps, made home, now out the basement

Yeah, yay, Soul

Took my time with this shit, turned my time into dinners

Turned my soul into gold, turned my winters to winning

But see this winning ain't easy, winning turned me to sinning

Turned that bottle to venting, now my venting been spilling

All these lyrics so soulful, turn these hoes into women

But sometimes women no fun, so tell those bitches what's up

And bitches turn me polygamous, now my girl, she ain't into it

Say this industry changed me, could be right

See she knew me from straight out the basement, now I done shapeshift

Used to be gracious (look at the spaceship)

Yeah, okay, okay, okay

The V hit was close up, Costa La No Stress

Four eyes, I'm juggling, no job, I'm saving up protons

There's platinum in both sides, it happens in no time

My nigga was co-pi

It's lo-fi, at your spot the do' knock

Okay, okay, but please don't walk into my crib

Without some screw and some blunts

All my hoes into jazz see

Some of my women hood, but pretend to be classy

I'm allergic to bullshit

You can't sneak nothing passed me

I got the screw and the blunt, I got the good energize

I got the Blue Face, two A's, hoo-ray, never complacent

Love me, more me, for me, plus out the base, shit

Since when, good raps, made home, now out the basement

Now everything I do is made you's break

Mastered my pump fake

Can't tell whether my nose went numb or the funk fake

Vomit out my conscious on ya any given Sunday

If you in the hurdle, you know we already won, uh

Ten toes permanent to the cement

My peace forever, me and my demons made an agreement

And talk ours ways on clearance, but silence is still the cheapest

My promises resemble a rental, I rarely keep it, uh

Sleeper cell, sleeper agent, people's favorite crazy child

From where violence tend to come with shots, uh, flagrant foul

They want pure, are coming from the same heart they defile

I'm about to- I'm about to break it down

Wait, somebody knocking

Okay, okay, but please don't walk into my crib

Without some screw and some blunts

All my hoes into jazz see

Some of my women hood, but pretend to be classy

I'm allergic to bullshit

You can't sneak nothing passed me

I got the screw and the blunt, I got the good energize

I got the Blue Face, two A's, hoo-ray, never complacent

Love me, more me, for me, plus out the base, shit

Since when, good raps, made home, now out the basement