Chorus

I'm back to basics
We made our faces globally rated
You see the cup half empty i'm over pouring the aces
Just try and chase this
Just try
I see the lights in my eyes
Just try and chase this
Just try
This shit get dangerous

Verse 1

Do my thang on em
Pull up swerving in that beamer truck a foreign motor
Speeding fast feel im bout to crash out
Money made me lash out stuck up in my bag now
If its up its stuck
How I do 8 mill off doing nothing not no dummy luck
Workin put out finally get to put on all my brothers
And its bout time we get that chance gon understand the way we comin
It’s a grind tho working on my future put the past right there behind us
Masked up cause thе virus
Crying to unwind wide eyed will a sign comе
Finally got up on my feet and out this lonely house
Figured out myself
Took shit to the chin did shit with no help
I was criticized despite the shit I meant and felt
Hence the reason why sometimes I ain’t myself
Crazy thing is
Im my music let it speak itself
And without me
You can know im trying you can know im fighting
Is this shit real life will I ever find it
Chorus

I'm back to basics
We made our faces globally rated
You see the cup half empty i'm over pouring the aces
Just try and chase this
Just try
I see the lights in my eyes
Just try and chase this
Just try
This shit get dangerous

Verse 2

Looking at the crowd still can’t see faces
Doing what I love always leave me counting faces
Shit ain’t come over night lotta nights no sleep just to get this shit going places
Prodigy kid rocking kicks with the prada
Fishing for a bitch in fishnet always drinking the bottle
Mama calling worried shit I'll be home by tomorrow
I'm the man who stole the world bitch I feel like Nirvana
Gucci flames down my frame I be hot like a sauna
Model bitch whisper in my ear saying she wanna
Fuck like Madonna
We blowing all these stacks out I ain't worried bout a dollar
I ain't worried no
I ain't worried
I ain't worried
Cause this shit be dangerous can’t always stand by us
Not my friend till the end you a lame to us
Damn you be trippin like you on some angel dust
I remember back in highschool I was in the back of the bus
Tryna fit in with the cool kids with the fake kicks
Outro

Just try
I see the lights in my eyes
Just try and chase this
Just try
This shit get dangerous