Lyrics Back to the Basics - Thedeeepend

Back to the basics
Now I′m adjacent to everything I can do
The more that you know the harder to grow, now you're afraid to move
Damn
Perfectionist, what an untimely death in this
Nigga your time ain′t definite
Nigga your mind ain't bulletproof
All of that filth they feeding you
All of these bills don't keep the food
Healthy, the wealthy prolly vegan
And that′s a cost you can′t afford
Nigga you froze to pray for more
But faith without works is surely dead
I got these voices inside of my head, I wish I was grateful, but everything dead
I need redemption, but I just see red
We getting blunted inside of the car, we hit the function right after the mall
I prolly won't answer whenever you call, I′m in the lab tryna raise up the bar
Look
You don't have service
Everything you say is worthless
If Darryl hit me then we swervin′
Evan prolly in mixture
I'm clean like detergent
Y′all niggas hella washed up
Better boss up, for' ya world end
No Ls like I'm Nerlens
East side but I′m Westbrook
Mitsubishi was the whip nigga
Watch your mouth or get eclipsed nigga
I been grindin′ like the Clipse with ya
I been tryna get some chips with ya
Prolly dip to the back, prolly roll a Gar Vegas then we snap
Niggas in the bar crazy, hella smacked
I been feeling lost lately but I'm back
I been needing God lately and he back
Yea

Yea, look
Wait

God made me so he snapped
I′m grateful that I'm black
Y′all hate me cuz your ancestors, we should mob crazy that shit whack
Y'all take all my culture, how unseasoned, niggas trash
Damn
I might post up like Malone do
I want billboards and my chrome blue
Cam Reddish when I pull up
I′m more Zion in the zone dude
Zone D from the opposition, but the Tom Brady been the go to
Olajuwon with the post move
Smooth demons will approach you
Learn from what you go through
If you went through, why you look back
That a sure sign of a hoe move
I'm a tall tale of a cold cruel, world that we've grown through

Yea

Aight

Did you get the gist of this
I had to slit my wrist for this
Metaphorically, there′s been more to me than meets the retina
Categorically deny these snakes they could never measure up
If you think you′re better at crafting than put some cheddar up
I'm in the cut, this macaroni, bumpin′ Kush and Orange Juice
Coop riding shotgun inside the coup
My mind's aloof, my timing′s cool, my smile's encouraging
And
Her style is flourishing, shit, I′m like mine is too (Cold)
Her friend like, got damn where you find him, boo
Like I need two, for me and Sue
If you slanderous niggas try to bite my style, I might just sue
I need ocean views
Mary, Kate and Olsen bread, that's super vision, my nigga what a comic view
I just smile and laugh
Right at you
Nigga I paid my dues, with blood, sweat and broken relationships
I was very into giving, now I'm open to taking shit
So I′ll kill you for the love if you still on that hating shit nigga