The Basics Lyrics

Yo, we all got trials and simulations I take donations for my mind

I'm trying to get ahead, ain't got no time to get left behind

If you stop time traveling, you realize Your past don't define your future

My March madness, I see myself, I'm a looper I'm holy in my clothes, I'm A.I., I'm a hooper

I.B.M. computer, you just be at Hooters Big Daddy with the FUPA

You need a weight loss plan What happened to you? You lost yourself

If this was wrestling, take three seconds to lose your belt

Get pinned in the alley like Jackie Chan in New York

There's glass everywhere, feel like Shaq breaking the blackboard

That's stone cold, I'll stun you with the bars You smell what I'm cooking? I got the rock

Handle mean, got the spin move on lock You could call me Booker T

She saw the moves in the grocery store She was getting cream of wheat

Now she cream for me, ain't too hard to believe I kiss the blunt and hit them cheeks

Honey pack performance, it feel like ecstasy Her ex-man was whack, that's why she had to X him B

Who's your favorite X-Man? I'll go first, It was Bishop for me

Real nigga, with a practical name He felt the energy, let's marvel at the flow

Socks on, the static make me glow I'm floating on these hoes, I'm saucing on a sewer lid

Stream this shit like who this is? It's the producer, yeah, he slid

On this beat, I'm so appealing Through these lines, I am revealing the truth

It took a while for me to get in the booth I had to realize I am a tool for the pleroma

Read the books if you asleep, I think you in the coma

Lucid dream on a blank canvas and think like you a stoner

You know what's worse than corona? A mind wasted

On GTA basics, trauma when you can't face it

This shit real, that's why I know they hate it