The Intro
What the fuck is this
They call that Prada
oh yup I got her
What the fuck is this
Send me a follow
And rock me tomorrow
Back to my basics I'm stepping on bread
Back to my cases they want me to spread
And you wanting something that noone else said
And you wanting something that's epic as head
Don't want mine to sound like anyone's did
I write it myself
You eatin these lyrics
I styled it myself, clipped it & sent it
Containing myself I might need a lid
I put too much out
I might hit it big
That's a pull out
I own the account
And 10 years back I wrote em like that
I must concede
My work was a breeze
The other 3000 I threw in the trash
I'm not looking back that writing was trash
To you it's a hit to me it's just ass
I know how to take it well above that
You might think it's a jam but I don't attach
This a cake walk I really mean that
Back to my basics
I'm my investment
The challenge is over
So I should be restin'
I haven't had time to see my reception
But for all my time I make an acception
Cuz once this one drops I can finally listen
Damn I hope someone gets it
This the type of shit I was rappin' way before
This the type of shit I could of done way before
This the type of shit like damn I should have known
To me I'm not shit but the best that's ever grown
To me I'm not shit but the greatest I shown
And you can clap back
Not everything's lit
Open your eyes I hit with no hit
It's no fluff piece it's just ugly
Like the face you make when she touch me
I ate em' like lion's and chewed up the bones
I'm sick of no one pushin' higher when you up and on it
You can burn me with the fire I love music more than shame
You wanna go off on this shit
Like I went off in your bitch
But my type hold a better grip
My type mop over a stitch
You think I'm hatin'
I'm defendin' my shit
Before anyone comes I'm hard in this bitch
And back to my basics you thought you could chase it
And back to the faces they not drivin' shit
That's why I got it like this
This the type of shit I was rappin' way before
This the type of shit I could of done way before
This the type of shit like damn I should have known
To me I'm not shit but the best that's ever grown
To me I'm not shit but the greatest I ever shown
They call that Prada
oh yup I got her
What the fuck is this
Send me a follow
And rock me tomorrow
Back to my basics I'm stepping on bread
Back to my cases they want me to spread
And you wanting something that noone else said
And you wanting something that's epic as head
Don't want mine to sound like anyone's did
I write it myself
You eatin these lyrics
I styled it myself, clipped it & sent it
Containing myself I might need a lid
I put too much out
I might hit it big
That's a pull out
I own the account
And 10 years back I wrote em like that
I must concede
My work was a breeze
The other 3000 I threw in the trash
I'm not looking back that writing was trash
To you it's a hit to me it's just ass
I know how to take it well above that
You might think it's a jam but I don't attach
This a cake walk I really mean that
Back to my basics
I'm my investment
The challenge is over
So I should be restin'
I haven't had time to see my reception
But for all my time I make an acception
Cuz once this one drops I can finally listen
Damn I hope someone gets it
This the type of shit I was rappin' way before
This the type of shit I could of done way before
This the type of shit like damn I should have known
To me I'm not shit but the best that's ever grown
To me I'm not shit but the greatest I shown
And you can clap back
Not everything's lit
Open your eyes I hit with no hit
It's no fluff piece it's just ugly
Like the face you make when she touch me
I ate em' like lion's and chewed up the bones
I'm sick of no one pushin' higher when you up and on it
You can burn me with the fire I love music more than shame
You wanna go off on this shit
Like I went off in your bitch
But my type hold a better grip
My type mop over a stitch
You think I'm hatin'
I'm defendin' my shit
Before anyone comes I'm hard in this bitch
And back to my basics you thought you could chase it
And back to the faces they not drivin' shit
That's why I got it like this
This the type of shit I was rappin' way before
This the type of shit I could of done way before
This the type of shit like damn I should have known
To me I'm not shit but the best that's ever grown
To me I'm not shit but the greatest I ever shown
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Rios
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