JT THE BIGGA FIGGA - The Basement lyrics

rate me

Figg Panamera

It’s two times Gucci and I don’t give excuses

I used to drive a hoopty but now my life a movie

I changed like Confucius so please do not confuse me

Don’t think ‘cause I do music I won’t pull out an Uzi

It won’t be gentle, I took it, but Gucci Mane survives

Don’t ask me something stupid then bury me alive

Right now I’m on that new shit, the struggle I embrace it

Forever live in palace like ancient kings in Asia

Big balling is my major and still got mine, the trap off

Your car … I’m balling on your stack house

I’m heading out the trap house and this ain’t what you wanted

I put my shooters on you, you’ll think your house was hunted

Pounds in the bathtub, keys on the dresser

My money in a great place that I can never tell you

A Cinderella story, call me Cindefella

I’m making money so much the scribblers gotta bring umbrellas

I double spiked the punch skipping plus the lunch

I sell a thing and will prepare then eat some Captain Crunch

I smoke a blunt then go to brunch today I don’t do dutch

I let her order what she want, order what you must, it’s cool

I’m fresh off the plane, fresh off the projects

Back with the gang, back in the taxi

I’m ash and up in the project

I ain’t even tripping, getting money is the object

Young niggas hit me, ask me for a 3 5

Meet me at the Taxico, yeah, that’s a good job

Yeah, that’s a good move, meet me at the high school

The projects, the bad bitches, the coppers like to strike you

But I be on my night do, my Nikes do

Them Jordans 16, I’mma fly dude

We count money so is Cheddar Chaser

I’m growing buds in the basement, no replacement

Kush packs, banana, berries on the breakfast plate

Some syrup on some cake, you know I’m straight

35 dime in a nickel bag, I’m at the corner store, them niggas mad

I got it sawed up in the drought time

Winner win a kush pack, coming in we on the grind

Niggas flipping money, duffle bags pushing

I ain’t even tripping, I’m cautious

They didn’t think I would be back, I told ‘em wait and watch

All your weight, watch your kid back, you fat, it is

Oh man, grave, ain’t no coming after this

We the realest niggas coming from Atlanta streets

Y’all thought your little rap was all a novelty

I was sitting in the trenches, tryina escape poverty

Probably I was selling sex or probably tryina figure out

What the fuck you hid your sex

Hey, way before I was hitting sex, feel the avenue

I was on the avenue pitching quarters

Taking orders from no nigga, but the consumer

I was on four nigga, I hit them right in my blues

You nigga grew up with a silver spoon, I had it dust it for

Had to learn to whip the law, tried to get it all

Nigga plant cars in the hood, but I ain’t playing

A lot go in my hand if I had y’all had

Now niggas would cut off their hand just to have my hand

I’m that nigga now, look at you, you two dealing

100% legitimate, yeah, I’m through dealing

My name, hoe, I carry my own weight