DJ Durel - Basement lyrics

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DJ Durel - Basement lyrics

(Intro: DJ Durel) Remember when a n***a used to be trapped in that basement? We didn't even have sh** to do Gotta make sum' happen, trapped in the studio Talk about how we make it and sh** Ya hear me? Ya hear me? I dunno bout dream come true (Hook, cut off) Something fishy been goin' on with these n***as lately Can't put my finger on it, but I know they hatin' All my life I been boney, I'm Slim, but not shady All them cars you drive outdated Money in the attic-- (Interlude) I tried to let you n***as get yo shine on But I just had to make a statement That I would never leave the game I'm the truth with this sh** Heart of a champion, free Offset! (Hook: Rich Homie Quan) Something fishy been goin' on with these n***as lately Can't put my finger on it, but I know they hatin' All my life I been boney, I'm Slim, but not shady All them cars you drive outdated Money in the attic, got em guns in the basement Might duct tape you and leave you in the basement Hold you for ransom until you folk em over that payment I got guns in the living room, dare you play with it I'm in the street like the pavement End up dead in my basement (Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan) New money, I'm talkin', new money, I'm walkin' Just got a new fit lookin' like I need to be laying in the coffin Yo b**h, she swallow, that ain't my problem I'mma duct tape a hoe, make her a** be quiet Might shoot this b**h cuz that hoe don't stop hollering Might pay me, boy, this sh** don't make sense But I gotta make it Money, I got everything I have, they think I'm crazy But I'm not, I ain't with them childish games, I ain't trying to play them I put that on my unborn baby If you come off in my basement Cuz you might get duct taped tight I dont hara** girls if you in this basement You might get f**ed bae Enough say, enough said I mean she love me, I love head I get money And I can smell -- (Hook) (Verse 2: Offset) My partner crossed me I swear to God, he took me in a maze that n***a lost me This sh** be happening too often These n***as ain't rapping, they just talking And she making me sick, I'm nauseous Black and gold diamonds, like New Orleans Wanna be in your place, that smile in your face No I don't know you, you see me in public You say we related, you stuck in the hood, while I had to upgrade it Mansion with acres, straight from the bottom I had to come out of the basement Young n***a made it, Quan, go crazy (Hook)