Evan Turner - Back to the Basics lyrics

[Intro: Interviewer & Bob Marley] Do you make a lot of money out of your music? Money, I mean what is, how much is a lot of money to you? Yeah that's a good question Have you made, say millions of dollars? No Are you a rich man? What do you mean "rich," what do you mean? You have a lot of possessions? Lot of money in the bank? Possession make you rich? I don't have that type of richness My richness is life, forever [Verse 1] Yo, life's not a b**h, it's a dick that gets hard quick Regardless, no f** you, the hardest where your heart is I take lips on spaceships, save lives, I promise co*k block life's cum shots, I refuse to be a target Now life's a game and while you lames play your part I'm playing all these n***as like a damn deck of cards Poking Joker the Jokers with a poker face, I play it smart Taking dumps on these c*nts, royal flush my queen of hearts, nah I'm just a popper who prefers to speak proper Poppin' pills for the thrills and chase it down with holy water And I don't need the sympathy for the sick in me But currently, currency might be the cure for me I'm sick of living this college life of famine Who else here is living on cannabis and Ramen? Get my dad a Volkswagen and a pad up in the Hamptons Can't just imagine, I'ma let that sh** happen [Hook] Mind to the money, back to the basics Mind to the money, back to the basics Mind to the money, back to the basics And two fingers up, in one piece we gonna make it Mind to the money, back to the basics Mind to the money, back to the basics Mind to the money, back to the basics And one finger up to that motherf**er who's hatin' [Verse 2] It's like the rich cultures are vultures and we're just the bread crumbs I refuse to be society's victim ‘Cause who I am is so different from who I'll become Don't define me as my current income Actually, I got more f**ing banks than Ashley But it's full of zeros, no euros and no apostrophes Pardon me, praise to God I win the lottery Escape this life of poverty and maybe own some property Ain't the type to brag about the money that I'm makin' But when it comes to swag, I'm looking like a bag of Franklins So you badder than some Benjamins? Double check your measurements Looking at my estimates, your swag is at a deficit Ain't no motherf**s given, attitude is celibate And I'm still winnin' with this etiquette and eloquence The proper shall prosper, ratchets get caskets And the basics can dip their faces in a bath of acid [Hook] Mind to the money, back to the basics Mind to the money, back to the basics Mind to the money, back to the basics And two fingers up, in one piece we gonna make it Mind to the money, back to the basics Mind to the money, back to the basics Mind to the money, back to the basics And one finger up to that motherf**er who's hatin' [Verse 3] I hate the statement, "Don't forget me when you're famous" It's funny, when you're a star, the whole world will kiss your an*s But, I'll take a spaceship, escape from all this fakeness Blasting Wu-Tang as I fly to foreign places Don't aim for the sky ‘cause my method, man, is how high And I got them damn dreams money can't buy You're sleeping on me like my music therapeutic I'm 'bout to live it [?] and I ain't talking lucid No disrespect but these rap chicks lack intellect Yeah, you're getting checks but I'm the one making sense And I got a pipe and a dime, you wanna take a hit? ‘Cause even on Cloud Nine, you still won't be as dope as this The cannabis ain't really where my main focus is I plan on spitting till the rap game notice this Relax and take notes as I quote the damn Notorious Rags to the riches, that is what I pray my story is [Hook] Mind to the money, back to the basics Mind to the money, back to the basics Mind to the money, back to the basics And two fingers up, in one piece we gonna make it Mind to the money, back to the basics Mind to the money, back to the basics Mind to the money, back to the basics And one finger up to that motherf**er who's hatin'