I Serve the Base

I serve the base, I serve the base

I serve the base, I serve the base

I serve the base, I serve the base

You would fuck a rich **** for the fame, won't you?

You would give that pussy up to a lame, won't you?

Like a old school, I redid the frame on you

I got my old shooters with me and they land on you

Word to them **** out the six

A whole lotta lean, my nutrition

They shoulda told you I had a drink on me

They shoulda told you I brung a bank with me

They shoulda told you I keep that Molly on me

They shoulda told you I got that stick with me

You the one who duckin' from a drive-by

My **** unemployed, sellin' Popeye's

I serve the base, I serve the base

I serve the base, I serve the base

I keep a shooter with me like Malone

I fuck around and did it on my own

Come and fuck with me baby, I'm a franchise

Molly and them Xans got me aggravated

Them hundreds and them fifties, got 'em separated

Put them hundreds with them hundreds, yeah, we segregated

They try to take the soul out me

They try to take my confidence and they know I'm cocky

Fuck another interview, I'm done with it

I don't give a fuck about a ho, I let Young hit it

I play the games of the thrones with you

I can't change, I was God-given

Try to make me a pop star and they made a monster

I'm postin' with my ****, man, the champagne flowin'

A **** was depressed, now my mind back healthy

A product of the roaches in them ashtrays

I inhale the love on a bad day

Baptized inside purple Actavis

They shoulda told you I was on the pill

They shoulda told you I was on the Lear

I serve cocaine in some Reeboks

I'm full of so much chronic, need a detox

I serve the base, I serve the base

I serve the base, I serve the base

They shoulda told you I was just a trap ****

I'm in the White House shootin' craps ****

I gave up on my conscious, gotta live with it

This remind me when I had nightmares

These bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here

They shoulda told you I was just a trap ****

They shoulda told you I was gon' lap ****

They shoulda told you I was overseas

Say your last words, can't breathe

They sent the ghetto bird out to peep me

They finally did admit it, I was cloned

Because I was ambitious, now I'm on

Five in the mornin', on the corner rollin' stones

I just want the money, I count it on my own

Fuck they shoulda told you I was on the pill

They shoulda told you I was on the Lear

I serve cocaine in some Reeboks

I'm full of so much chronic, need a detox

I serve the base, I serve the base

I serve the base, I serve the base

You the one who duckin' from a drive-by

My ****'s unemployed, sellin' Popeye's