Bacc To Tha Basics

Ayy (Cole, you stupid)

Ayy, see I'm back to the basics
This rap shit has turnt and amazing
But somehow I still feel like, "Take it"
I've been going crazy
Like I'm not the same lil' nigga that come from the bottom, the basement
My momma can't take it 
She act like she don't even know that she made me the man that she facing
And these niggas they lazy, they claiming they wanting my spot 
But it ain't for the taking
Bitch, I'm back to the basics, these niggas they claim they real but
Be honest we know that you faking
Don't act like you kill the drill 'cause I know I'm the real
If I up it, I bet she get naked
These niggas free line than a bitch 
If I hit this lil' switch, on my momma, I bet it start shaking
You ain't up, nigga, how much you making?
Get caught out of bounds, we gon' leave his ass stankin'

Let it keep going, just let it run

Ayy
Run it back and replay it, a nigga run up then he dead
Plus it's on me with one in the head
So don't think that I'm scared
I swear that I'm fully prepared
I'm a creep when I'm mad, I see red
Boy, I sit in the fed
Before I let one of these bitch-ass, snitch-ass 
Broke niggas plead
I been on the edge, waiting on a nigga to push me
That means that I'm ready to spread
Got on all of these karats
Same shit it cost to get buried
Nigga reached but he float like a ferry
I been living like Larry and I disappeared just like Perry
Can't fuck with a ho if she hairy
This shit getting scary, real choppa singing like Carey
This 'Wood keep it cool and steady
On go, is you ready?
Got real niggas strapped with machetes
You play and get turnt to spaghetti