ATR3K - Back to the Basics Lyrics

Back to the basics, u niggas switching ya faces
Tripping so tie up ya laces
Cases on cases, my niggas don't do the hating, play and get placed in the basement
Back to the basics, u niggas switching ya faces
Tripping so tie up ya laces
Cases on cases, my niggas don't do the hating, play and get placed in the basement

I rock yo hoe like I'm rocking these shows
All of this ice and it's getting u cold
Talking that shit, but yo bank really froze
I might be serving ya moms on the low
Remix the song like I'm changing my bitches
Hiding my cash like you hiding yo riches
Stand on my morals it's scaring u shitles
I got this money its f*ck all these bitches
I got the cash, I got the hoes, I got the niggas that's really on go
I was a youngin, u talking too reckless, a hand to ya face and it's making u slow
You know that allat that flexing facade, really that all of these niggas is broke
I turned the block to my own scene, I turned the trap out from the fenes
I got my mind on the set of a milli, so imma keep chasing my own dreams
I got these bitches they acting too silly, cus they see the cash and my old rings
I'm like a prophet I feel like the chosen, I'm here to correct you on yo things
And beat all these niggas, and break all these records, yo people got crowns for the one king
ME

Back to the basics, u niggas switching ya faces
Tripping so tie up ya laces
Cases on cases, my niggas don't do the hating, play and get placed in the basement
Serve em like I got a statement, then I finesse like taken

Back to the basics all of u niggas is lame, none of u bitches is sane
Flip all the beef, niggas is soft, we can just see allat shit from ya face
Offing my white, vlone my life, i support black, pockets is striped
All of my diamonds is shining too bright, I feel like MJ when im in the night
Staring too hard, oh what a sight
Pick up the gloves, fight of the night
I don't got time to be beefing with bitches, she suck my dick and she clean all my dishes
I kick her out when she ask for the riches, you know this money for me and my niggas
You know this money for me and my clothes, raffy and rick throwed for the show
I can't be splurging on u lil bitch, bitch what u thought I got this money for drugs and a walk
Flex on these bitches I don't gotta talk
Stomp in this bitch and it's gone make a sound
Scope on a nigga like im shooting rounds
Sleep with my money when I'm feeling down
You know I'm royal you copped me the crown

Back to the basic, u niggas switching ya faces
Tripping so tie up ya laces
Cases on cases, my niggas don't do the hating, play and get placed in the basement
Serve em like I got a statement, then I finesse em like taken