Quando Rondo - Bacc to the basics lyrics

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Quando Rondo - Bacc to the basics lyrics

Back the basics n***a, back to the basics Back the basics n***a, back to the basics Back the basics n***a, back to the basics Back the basics n***a, back to the basics 2012, I was twelve at his cell rappin’ off of instrumentals, then Louie told me Quando boy you a fool with it 2013 got a .38 revolver tuck that in my pants, swea I use to go to school with it This a real life story so I gotta keep it real Stack that money for a lawyer I been told that since a lil one I be totin’ on a Tommy I ain’t talkin’ bout no Hilfiger If it ain’t about blue hunnits n***a I don’t wanna deal with it Straight off the head but they gon think that I wrote this Couldn’t afford no bed on the floor with all the roaches Shawty got good head, p***y wet just like the ocean Adderall and the percys the only thing that keep me focused Double up with sticks pistols I’ma explode it Double cup with drank got me movin’ in slow motion I let that hoe meet mother so now she thinkin’ she a Bowman I’ma f**k with no rubber see I don’t really need no Trojan I was sittin’ in a cell when I made that “I Remember” Now I’m f**in’ all these b**hes and they name I don’t remember I was down bad on my d**k just last September Now every diamond on me hittin’ cold like last winter Couple months ago see I was sleepin’ in a basement Now I’m rockin’ all these shows turning up on all these stages I had to tell me momma no, I gotta stack it up and save it Real street n***a swea I came up from the pavement I went to jail for a gun came home went back to the basics I just hit a homerun and I done touched all four bases I know they hate I came up I see the look on all they faces My last b***h changed up I left her in a free agent Too many missed calls, why the f**k they keep on callin’ me? Shawty I’m on the block that why the f**k she keep on stalkin’ me Came up from the projects to the top that’s where I ought to be Grippin’ on this FN, in case a n***a wanna start me Six plus six, twelve shots I got two revolvers More money more problems they be feelin’ on the problem solvers Shop in Neiman Marcus, 1500 for my sneakers Shirt made by Versace and the print came off a cheetah Went to school and got suspended never listen to my teachers Never lie to Granny tell them haters to believe us Shawty so one-hunnit swea to God she keep it G tho But if I gotta beat you then baby I don’t need you Couple months ago see I was locked behind the cell Took a trip to Cali just to spend a bag on Melrose Whole team be ballin’ and I ain’t talkin bout no Derrick Rose Deep off in that water I might just went down on .. Labels keep on callin’ talkin’ about signing I’m like hell no Since like twelve I been on probation I might go back to jail for the chances I’m takin’ I might need a cemetery for all of these.. dead faces Back the basics, bacc to the basics Back the basics, back to the basics Back the basics, back to the basics Back the basics, back to the basics Back the basics, back to the basics Back the basics, back to the basics Back the basics, back to the basics Straight off the head but they gon think that I wrote this Couldn’t afford no bed on the floor with all the roaches Shawty got good head, p***y wet just like the ocean Adderall and the percys the only thing that keep me focuseddd.