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BASEMENT FREESTYLE
by Wallace
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Look
I've been killin' every verse
Since I took this deadly curse
Took a couple hundred shots
Left you body in a hearse
Now you layin brain dead
Got a bitch who give you head
From a city where they makin' sure a motherfucka' dead
Growin' up
All I ever had was some bread
Now I'm lookin' for a dollar through my motherfuckin' bed
Tryna get it through yo' head
Work it up and make some bread
Now I'm countin' up these stacks
Count your loss, and make it spread
Why make me wear a vest
When you aimin' for the head
People wishin' for me dead, throw a finger in the sky
No why where or when man people gonna die
I ain't even gotta try, goin' hard since July
Blowin' up
Just finished rollin' up
I faced a couple hundred blunts
And passed it to the homies just to smoke it up
Drip, drop, in my white tube sock
I go rick, rock in my white drop top
Because momma never taught me how to be no bitch
I been hangin' wit' the homies and yo' main bitch
I been killin' every bar, you ain't owe me shit
Because mommy bought your car
Homie you ain't shit
Look
I've been killin' every verse
Since I took this deadly curse
Took a couple hundred shots
Left you body in a hearse
Now you layin brain dead
Got a bitch who give you head
From a city where they makin' sure a motherfucka' dead
Growin' up
All I ever had was some bread
Now I'm lookin' for a dollar through my motherfuckin' bed
Tryna get it through yo' head
Work it up and make some bread
Now I'm countin' up these stacks
Count your loss, and make it spread
Why make me wear a vest
When you aimin' for the head
People wishin' for me dead, throw a finger in the sky
No why where or when man people gonna die
I ain't even gotta try, goin' hard since July
Blowin' up
Just finished rollin' up
I faced a couple hundred blunts
And passed it to the homies just to smoke it up
Drip, drop, in my white tube sock
I go rick, rock in my white drop top
Because momma never taught me how to be no bitch
I been hangin' wit' the homies and yo' main bitch
I been killin' every bar, you ain't owe me shit
Because mommy bought your car
Homie you ain't shit
