Attack
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got potential my talent they see it clear as day
I had to let these rappers know that Ba$e is going to attack
I had to let these niggas know that it's now way Imma lack
So I grabbed myself a mic and then I hopped on the track
I got a record to establish, put the team on my back
I got some money to acquire, put my name on the map
I got some youngin's to inspire, show them how to get cash
When I get big I'm winning every trophy and plaque
And I'm only speaking on my bars because I rip every rap
I ain't worried about nobody trying to say that I'm whack
Because I'm super fly like Mayfield and Trevor Jackson, yeah
I bet right now y'all asking Brandon, what happened
Let me tell you all about it, cause it's actually tragic
Imagine villains with gadgets, shouting cursing like magic
Twisting my personality until I ended up backwards
Stripped me of my identity, demonized me and taxed me
Gave me a brand new outfit and told me I'm acting wacky, sorry
Had to think on what the man established, like Tracee Ellis-Ross I'm always on my black-ish
I should end the verse right there on that bit
But I'll keep on spitting until every word goes platinum, boy
I'm here for tradition and the trapping, I'm talking tribe and 21 Savage
Hey look there's beauty in both in this diaspora, you just got to find the ear to grasp it, listen
I'm the one that y'all should talk about
I'm coming up just take a look around
Fusing all this music like I'm Kakarot
Coming from the bottom, never had a lot
I've got potential, my talent they see it clear as day
When I speak I've got the masses asking what'd he say
They want some more rhymes, and they're on the way
Let my words hit you like they're bullets coming from an AK
B A S E, li'l niggas talking big
Please don't test me, I've got a lot of stress up on my mental lately
And everybody knows that niggas die on the daily, yeah
See I always stay concentrated, Always stay contemplating
Niggas be defecating from where they be masticating
I'm raw, like penetration when condoms be acting flagrant
Y'all be like masturbation, go find someone else to play with
Niggas be talking crazy, wilding and out of pocket
Taking my mood for granted like I don't roll with no monsters
Tell these niggas to stop 'fore I hit 'em up like I'm Pac
I'll leave them wet, up like a 2-3 year old toddler
The 223's going to scream and the sirens is going to follow
Cops arrive at the scene let his momma know he's a goner
I show up at the funeral, dressed in all red
Black rose in the casket to disrespect the dead now
You should know I'm all for gun control, but it ain't no rap song without no gun bars
And I really try to advocate for peace out here, but it ain't sweet out here, and so I grip that steel
So I grip that chrome, better not run up on me wrong if you don't want no smoke
If you really want to try me, my whole team on go
We'll leave you looking shocked, astonished, man I mean mind-blown
Hey, boy, I'm in my zone
When I leave my home, I could be anywhere in the world so
Don't call my phone, I could be anywhere with your girl so
Leave her alone, man I swear when I make money moves
Imma still act broke, hey man y'all must snort coke
If you think I can't spit, If you think I can't rap
After I ate this song, after I made this track
This beat that I produced, this joint I know gonna slap
Hey man you must smoke crack, because I came with that attack
Now what's good
I got potential my talent they see it clear as day
I had to let these rappers know that Ba$e is going to attack
I had to let these niggas know that it's now way Imma lack
So I grabbed myself a mic and then I hopped on the track
I got a record to establish, put the team on my back
I got some money to acquire, put my name on the map
I got some youngin's to inspire, show them how to get cash
When I get big I'm winning every trophy and plaque
And I'm only speaking on my bars because I rip every rap
I ain't worried about nobody trying to say that I'm whack
Because I'm super fly like Mayfield and Trevor Jackson, yeah
I bet right now y'all asking Brandon, what happened
Let me tell you all about it, cause it's actually tragic
Imagine villains with gadgets, shouting cursing like magic
Twisting my personality until I ended up backwards
Stripped me of my identity, demonized me and taxed me
Gave me a brand new outfit and told me I'm acting wacky, sorry
Had to think on what the man established, like Tracee Ellis-Ross I'm always on my black-ish
I should end the verse right there on that bit
But I'll keep on spitting until every word goes platinum, boy
I'm here for tradition and the trapping, I'm talking tribe and 21 Savage
Hey look there's beauty in both in this diaspora, you just got to find the ear to grasp it, listen
I'm the one that y'all should talk about
I'm coming up just take a look around
Fusing all this music like I'm Kakarot
Coming from the bottom, never had a lot
I've got potential, my talent they see it clear as day
When I speak I've got the masses asking what'd he say
They want some more rhymes, and they're on the way
Let my words hit you like they're bullets coming from an AK
B A S E, li'l niggas talking big
Please don't test me, I've got a lot of stress up on my mental lately
And everybody knows that niggas die on the daily, yeah
See I always stay concentrated, Always stay contemplating
Niggas be defecating from where they be masticating
I'm raw, like penetration when condoms be acting flagrant
Y'all be like masturbation, go find someone else to play with
Niggas be talking crazy, wilding and out of pocket
Taking my mood for granted like I don't roll with no monsters
Tell these niggas to stop 'fore I hit 'em up like I'm Pac
I'll leave them wet, up like a 2-3 year old toddler
The 223's going to scream and the sirens is going to follow
Cops arrive at the scene let his momma know he's a goner
I show up at the funeral, dressed in all red
Black rose in the casket to disrespect the dead now
You should know I'm all for gun control, but it ain't no rap song without no gun bars
And I really try to advocate for peace out here, but it ain't sweet out here, and so I grip that steel
So I grip that chrome, better not run up on me wrong if you don't want no smoke
If you really want to try me, my whole team on go
We'll leave you looking shocked, astonished, man I mean mind-blown
Hey, boy, I'm in my zone
When I leave my home, I could be anywhere in the world so
Don't call my phone, I could be anywhere with your girl so
Leave her alone, man I swear when I make money moves
Imma still act broke, hey man y'all must snort coke
If you think I can't spit, If you think I can't rap
After I ate this song, after I made this track
This beat that I produced, this joint I know gonna slap
Hey man you must smoke crack, because I came with that attack
Now what's good
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Writer(s): Brandon Beck
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