DRE-B - Back to the Basics

See im just coming for they head
Like the clippers running
Now all them fakers gotta go
Its like them killers gunnin
See i took all kinda hate
But i aint give em nothing
Whats yo address package ready
Time to send em something
Cause now im back to the basics
Thats my strong hold
Wont be case wont leave a trace
Im like a snub nose
I tried to put my city on
Only a few rode
But fuck the rest
Competition im still above those
But why they think
That if they hate on the sneak
It wont get noticed
Cause im smashin like lotus
Making niggas lose focus
They big mad
But see i hinder the things that go up against black
Im dream chasing
Its levels like bringing meek back
Im god fearing and driven
You cant defeat that
Now its time to expose facts
The obvious
Before we reach a conclusion
Whats the hypothesis
But while you think
Let me detour ima body this
They cant keep up with my pace
And i aint sprinting fast
But im consistent as fuck
Thats why them bitches lag
I do this shit for the love shown
Im cool with that
And for my kids and my brothers
While making momma glad
See im just grinding for the things that i aint never had
Just to pass it down
Put smiles on my daughters faces
See i took losses like days when i aint beat them cases
For what its worth
Im standing strong and im having patience
Now lets get back to that gutta shit
Fuck that mmm let em make it
Or turnimg cheeks on some humble shit
You get the bag and fumble
I flip and tumble shit
No suga coating its clear
This aint that mumble shit
Im bout to lock it and shake it
Like with a hungry pit
Thats right these niggas got me pissed
The way that im secluded in my zone
Like a fat man in a kia rio
It aint no way for you to fit
They mad cause i aint hanging from the bleachers
Im balling schooling like teachers
Did it without a feature
Get set fire like ether
I take a look in the sky
Thats where my brothers lay
So while im here ill be they keeper
My niggas burning loud shit
That cali reefer
I got a natural high
So many niggas do drugs for the courage to ride
Thats like rolling through the fire with inflatable tires
Or bringing sling shots
For choppers that rapidly fire
This aint a hobby its my passion
The real while they acting
Get zantax clear these niggas thats gassin
These niggas hungry like rats
They all typical
If i gotta wait then ill be fasting
Thats why so many crash they aint got no patience
And they material is so basic
Im calculated with my formation
Niggas running around just tryna acting different
But really all they look like dalmatians
Its sad to say
That everything i been through
Shit i was destined for it
Any obstacle or fight
I had a weapon for it
So may times i was rising
They tried to burn me for it
But fuck yo flame
Cause now im back with the lava pouring
Now you cant make a comeback
When you not even scoring
I hit a double then a double
Now im triple for it
I got the game from a wise man he built me for it
The type of nigga made a living
Plucking chickens for it
Let me breath for a minute
Im going off
Bring it back respirator you can cut it off
So many niggas get caught up
Just tryna be the boss
Have everything on they plate
But still forget the sauce
See i was hanging round a whole lot of yes men
Even back then i still felt i was the best then
Nigga get married to the game
Forget they best friend
But im important to this shit
Im like the best man
Bringing stability
Feel like im an equalizer
The type of nigga shield your good heart
Like vehicle visors
If you get burnt a few times
Why keep playing with fire
Why i said fuck the streets
Im dealing with too many priors
But i took trips to the zoo
Freed more guerillas
Told em dont be noticed
Cause unrecognized is a thriller
You see i started from her
Now im feeling bigger
I got my groove back
And no we not talking bout stella
How im rockin out of pocket thats what you say
But see i got my suflea
Steak and shrimp with a bouquet
You see my table dined nice with some hitters round it
Dont make me send em to where you stay
And everything that glitters
Aint got diamonds in it
Thats like thinking every temple got a fountain in it
Or every country side range got a mountain in it
You see that every single stable aint got stallions in it
You see my thinking different
Its differenht lanes to the grind
Im in the slow one
So i can analyze every friend tryna oppose one
And once i get em
My niggas i tell em hold one
Then hop up in the fast lane
And skirt off with like a whole ton
These niggas they dont know none
I make em hide and go run
I told my team we gone get it
They aint doubt none
So everything is precise
Like when the tracks done
Back to the basics call em back
Lets go have fun

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