Lyrics basement - HALBERD, Atwood, Love-Sadkid

basement

Don’t go running around in these circles
You’ll trip and fall and you’ll hurt yourself
And I’m thinking I might exert myself
The worth of the passion
The work that I’m patching through
Ain’t nobody really asking you
And I’m rolling through dirt
I’mma push through the mud
I’mma get to the surface
And receive the love
And I’m saying there’s nobody flowing like me
Cadence of gold and I’m thinking I’ll eat
And I’m beating these tracks like Muhammad Ali
I’mma beast
K-i-d unique wanna see where I compete
Houdini mixed with awkward teen
Because these verses be so magic
And I spit them shits so mean
Woo woo woo woo
Damn I’m not fucking with you
Spitting this sickness, no it’s not written I swear
And I’m singing my mind’s tune
No but I’m working
I’m teaching the lesson give me a month and the hour
No, I don’t need no setlist
If I’m bored then I’ll free up my next list
Who are you talking to yeah?
Tell me who you’re talking to
I’ve been grinding from the basement
Still I gotta lot to do
Let’s establish who’s the raddest
I’mma dapper rapper dude
But even so let’s keep this going 'cause I gotta lotta tunes
I’ve been killing this, not even just recently
I’ll admit the beat if you can really just compete with me
No truly y’all can see
And even pack my bags and go
Even so I know that y’all don’t matter
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everyday we be getting this shit
That said for 100 keep it to it and go
They cannot fuck with the vision
I want I get it so i’mma get two anymore
Homies been flipping, I just be chilling
Kicking it like Tae-kwan-do
Came fast like like i’mma in a man
Last when I finish I say in the microphone
Eyy I’m faded yuh yuh ey I’m faded yuh
Chillin' with the squad
And we talking how we goin' make it yuh
No control, ain’t remotely good
I got holy books and if God ain’t on me
Man that shit is ok 'cause I know, I know, I know I wish he could
Bright bright when the lights on
The Mic on might come any second ey
Click click with the night com
And I shine on when the time gone I go ape shit
So don’t say shit, no patience, and I’ll make it
I just thank shit, i’mma amazing
It ain’t nothing from my space ship
So who the fuck you talking to?
That’s a tat, I did not ask you
I’mma spas on the instruments too
I done came in and snatch your bitch too
Catch me with my day ones
Talk shit out my phone and say boy you fucking crazy
Who the fuck you talking?
To it’s kid, halberd and afternoon, don’t forget Atwood too
(That's just how we do)
Who you talking to yeah?
Tell me who you’re talking to
I’ve been grinding from the basement
Still I gotta lot to do
Let’s establish who’s the raddest
I’mma dapper rapper dude
But even so let’s keep this going cause I gotta lotta tunes