| [Verse] | |
| Tired of this fake rap, hate in my heart | |
| So the money can't help that, I want to kill people | |
| But I can't so I sit back, I know right from wrong | |
| But I can't 'til the get back, I move with the people | |
| But them suckers want me ripped up, how do that feel | |
| When you don't know about my problems, I move so hostile | |
| Like, what the *****'s my problem? Fee-fi-fo-fum | |
| My heart is just dissolving, I got the best defense | |
| I got the best offense, that won't help | |
| When your mind can't process, your mind so clouded | |
| You're stuck up in the projects, let's stop war | |
| And let's stay up on that topic, you a great person | |
| And don't forget that I'm watching, I wear two watches | |
| Cause I don't miss a step, a legend in the flesh | |
| Smell gold on my breath, BasedGod a wizard | |
| Of the red, white, and blue, yeah I'm in the flesh | |
| Rap for the fitness, I'm the rawest artist | |
| As lord is my witness, I'ma win a Grammy | |
| My time, represent this, you representing Based | |
| Keep going, keep living, if you not Based | |
| Keep going, I love you, tired of the people | |
| Walking by me in public, I got emotions too | |
| You see me, say "hello", even bad days | |
| Turn bright with a smile, moms played cello | |
| Violins, cousin, I did boys choir | |
| But I always stayed thugging, thugging 'til the end | |
| That's the end of discussion, you keep playing with me | |
| Them people, no coverage, all became a game | |
| With the money and the genders, I'm so underground | |
| Like, "where's Master Splinter?", I'm coming for the mainstream | |
| Real *****, fake *****, that's the same thing | |
| Damn | |
| How you gon' get back? My *****s in the hood | |
| Get shot just for being black, this was all planned | |
| This was not a coincidence, born into a place | |
| Where nobody want me living in, reflection of the world | |
| We the same, but can you see this *****t? I got fired from work | |
| Tears in my eyes, every time I cry | |
| Release the hate inside, I feel so cold | |
| But I know I'ma *****ne, keep your head up | |
| For me one time, for the grind | |
| Don't want to jinx myself, but I feel the feds on my line | |
| Real street *****, man, I'm getting over | |
| Self made *****, put the money in the sofa | |
| [Outro] | |
| Step it up, man | |
| Hoop Life mixtape | |
| This for life, man | |
| If any of you *****s... | |
| I know a lot of you *****s ain't even really about that rap | |
| You know what I'm saying? | |
| That real hip-hop | |
| A lot of you *****s don't even give a ***** | |
| I might ***** you *****s 'til the end man | |
| ***** any of these suckers 'til the end man | |
| *****s coming in... | |
| You know, this real rap, on mine | |
| Real hip-hop, on mine | |
| You know, it's all a ***** got, still | |
| You know, gutter still | |
| You know, we building houses out of this | |
| You know what I'm saying? | |
| That's how we doing it |