Yo check this out homeboy

God's on your side right? So why don't you do this, reasonable

14K, bow, pzzshw, I'm Audi

(You wanna do this direct or not man? 17 man)

(Yo lemme see the money, lemme see the money)

(Whassup, whassup, whassup, whassup?)

Yeah c'mon let's do this man {*unzips bag*}

What'chu know about that homeboy?

We, made it easy to trace it, we back with the basics

It's hard to replace it - you know exactly what it is

Uhh M DOT, O DOT, we still hard with it

Yo' block, his block, we still armed with it

While y'all stopped hip-hop, we moved on with it

Got it on with it, spit it and rung alarms with it

And nowadays I've aged, so I'm calm with it

But I'm the reason Flex started droppin them bombs with it

Up by the club love thugs that's war with it

While the homies in the hood decided to go on, get it

And no, I ain't change lanes on you lil' dudes

I just upgraded my game on you lil' dudes

FOUNDATION - a whole different set of rules

Premeditation you facin predicates fool

You better be cool, I give you the WOMP WOMP

I go in the glove box and WOMP WOMP your top

We, made it easy to trace it, we back with the basics

It's hard to replace it - you know exactly what it is

(FOR THE FOUNDATION!) We suffered blood sweat and tears

And cleared all complications

Put it down, in many situations

Still, you are the last generation

So for the continuation

We, do what we do for the next generation

We, made it easy to trace it, we back with the basics

It's hard to replace it - you know exactly what it is

Run 'em down, gun 'em down, it's crazy when we come around

It's Fame from the underground, 200 and somethin pounds

You know my motto, both arms covered with body art

Don't catch a hollow, we keep arms, fuck a bodyguard

Let me remind you, how I do

If you think I'm just spittin a rhyme **** you sick as the swine flu

Cause this ain't rap dummy, you get your fuckin face clapped

And they gon' have to fix yo' face back with putty (BOOM)

Get it ugly (BOOM) we do it 3-6-5

+Day 'N Nite+ but I ain't Kid Cudi, it's

M.O.!! Spittin devious thoughts, I'm from where ****'ll

Roundhouse kick your moms, snatched her beads and her cross

Where they hustle hard, tryin to get the keys to the Porsche

Just some of them young boys do it for no reason at all cause

We keep flippin it, we still bringin it

You be lovin what we do

We, made it easy to trace it, we back with the basics

It's hard to replace it - you know exactly what it is