Back 2 The Basics

By Peysoh

On Ghetto Journal

Released on April 28, 2021

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[Chorus]

Ayy, fresh out, bitch, it's back to the basics

I said I'm done but I just caught some new cases

If they put you in my shoes, you would've folded at that station Tryna hit me with a shh, told 'em I don't know them faces

They like, "Boy, you got a future, why the fuck you in them cages?"

I fuck it all up, I'm stuck home on a bracelet

Now I gotta thug it out, make up for time wasted

Bitch, I'm back on my bullshit, who the fuck said I'm famous?


[Verse 1]

Came a long way

Remember getting shoes from Payless

I had to stay down, hard work and dedication

Everybody gets a turn, all it takes is having patience

Bitch, I got it outta nothing, had to get up and go take it

Hеar the pain in me

You could tell that I was hopеless

Caught up in these streets and I started losing focus

I'm the hottest youngin out, it took long for them to notice

Sliding in a foreign, I still drive it like I stole it

Wish I never did but fell in love with that fast life

Down for so long, hit the field and got my bag right

Almost gave up, overwhelmed with them bad nights

Stay up on the porch, it get wicked, ​these streets not nice

I learned the hard way

Fifteen hit that cold cage

Twenty to life, I was dealing with a cold case

Visits after visits, told my momma that I'm okay

Running 'til I drop making sure that we all straight


[Chorus]

Ayy, fresh out, bitch, it's back to the basics

I said I'm done but I just caught some new cases

If they put you in my shoes, you would've folded at that station Tryna hit me with a shh, told 'em I don't know them faces

They like, "Boy, you got a future, why the fuck you in them cages?"

I fuck it all up, I'm stuck home on a bracelet

Now I gotta thug it out, make up for time wasted

Bitch, I'm back on my bullshit, who the fuck said I'm famous?


[Verse 2]

Bitch, I'm back on my bullshit, sorry, ma, I'm in the cell again

Should've listened to her when she said there ain't such thing as friends

Saying they your brothers, 2face, it don't make no sense

I'm tryna crack a safe, bust me down and get the latest bands

I'm tired of waking up and seeing roaches in the kitchen

I used to think of sliding, now there's money in my vision

Ain't no wolfing dead awake, can't you see i'm on a mission?

If you ain't bend the fifth, then you get treated like these bitches

I remember playing ball, now most of us selling dope

Most my people dead and gone, I'm taking drugs tryna cope

I miss my killers

Like bro, pick up the phone

I'm from the gutter

I ain't think there was hope

But other people got it worse, I'm just glad I got a home

Trending topic in my city so I gotta keep a chrome

Ain't no love in these streets

I suggest you tuck a polo

When you steady calling brother be the on to take your soul


[Chorus]

Ayy, fresh out, bitch, it's back to the basics

I said I'm done but I just caught some new cases

If they put you in my shoes, you would've folded at that station Tryna hit me with a shh, told 'em I don't know them faces

They like, "Boy, you got a future, why the fuck you in them cages?"

I fuck it all up, I'm stuck home on a bracelet

Now I gotta thug it out, make up for time wasted

Bitch, I'm back on my bullshit, who the fuck said I'm famous?