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BASKET CASE
Intro:
Bro, my teachers said don’t put all your eggs in one basket. (Shit)
Verse 1:
Stick your head in a basket, your dad in a casket, acting like a basket case, y’all can’t act right. Everybody fighting, like black lighting, but all y’all is is white. I am too, what’s annoying is that y’all think ya got a clue. I ain’t even got bitches and I’m far from the riches, people say they pay me 10 bucks if i make a good song, fuck your opinions. If i got my friends on me, I think that i’m winning. Fuck your conditions.
Pre-Chorus:
I put my chain on, don’t put the blame on me, calling me fake, no one put they faith in me. (Damn)
So when the rain pours, don’t come to me whore, get the hell out.
Chorus:
Ya heard me, you pussys catching herpes?
The ones wearin hermes, the ones who keep stirring the pot. Look over your shoulder here’s the cops.
Verse 2:
They pull up at the football game, the black like spades, they took that kid out, for starting a fight. Get your intel right, forget that flight, it was like spirit. Now that it’s over i ain’t getting right right near it. I got led on, now my homies not my homies, bullshit in the facetime, i ain’t sneak dissing i’m just hitting on that decline. (Yeah) (I’m snapping now)
Pre-Chorus:
I put my chain on, don’t put the blame on me, calling me fake, no one put they faith in me. (Damn)
So when the rain pours, don’t come to me whore, get the hell out.
Chorus:
Ya heard me, you pussys catching herpes?
The ones wearin hermes, the ones who keep stirring the pot. Look over your shoulder here’s the cops.
Outro:
Some illegal activity, shit. Basket case ass motherfucker. I was feeling kinda different. He ha. Basket case ass motherfucker.
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap