| I-I-ISM |
| Yeah |
| I look around, it’s like a house of mirrors |
| They throwin' stones but look at the house they live in |
| I just can’t live without gettin' notable mentions |
| Watching I’m win, and shot niggas know I invented |
| Yeah, we in the house up there |
| Movers is mad, I put a couch upstairs |
| I just go room to room and count my blessings |
| Could’ve been RIP, 6 feet |
| Moment a, I think I hit a Chinese comin' out, I just caught a body |
| These niggas thought I was dead, walk in this bitch like a zombie |
| When I get off of the molly, picture how I’m payin' this dollie |
| Sippin' this fine wine, it just gettin' better with timing |
| Aye, I’m back to basics (Woo) |
| No more acting like we friends on some fake shit (No) |
| All the smiles in the town that we wasted (Wait) |
| Had to shout at the top, should’ve chased it (Truth) |
| I’m back to basics |
| No more acting like we friends on some fake shit (Fake) |
| All the smiles in the town that we wasted (Wasted) |
| Had to shout at the top, should’ve chased it |
| When my baby tell her that I need a face show |
| I got lines, all the smiles that are wasted |
| Niggas think that shit is sweet what, here is a tasted (Go) |
| Now you probably heard my city ain’t the safest (No) |
| Got a youngin' ever slear I swear they kill (Uh) |
| On my playground, no, they won’t play Phil (Yeah) |
| Why you tryna' sell me budgie like I can’t smell (Nigga) |
| All my strengths got they names of the bay sale |
| Honey butter got me boosy (Uh) |
| Diamonds changin' colors 'cause I’m fuckin' moody (Uh) |
| Dodgin' through L.A. like a Mookie (Aye, aye, aye) |
| Nah, I ain’t no rookie, bitch |
| Aye, I’m back to basics |
| No more acting like we friends on some fake shit |
| All the smiles in the town that we wasted |
| Had to shout at the top, should’ve chased it |
| I’m back to basics |
| No more acting like we friends on some fake shit |
| All the smiles in the town that we wasted |
| Had to shout at the top, should’ve chased it |
| Whoa, caught the niggas tryna' take advantage (Wait) |
| Can’t just fix this shit and bring no bandage |
| We’ve been through the ups and downs, but now I’m balanced (I'm on) |
| Thank God that caught me from a |
| These days show with a mask like Michael Myers |
| Face tat, give it all away, ain’t no point and hide |
| who the fuck I am, man? |
| Yeah, they impressed with how I’m livin' for a black man (Whoa) |
| Stand still but my chain do a tap dance (Whoa) |
| Now I’m comin' with a slap like a backhand |
| One-man band, bitch |
| Aye, I’m back to basics |
| No more acting like we friends on some fake shit |
| All the smiles in the town that we wasted |
| Had to shout at the top, should’ve chased it |
| I’m back to basics |
| No more acting like we friends on some fake shit |
| All the smiles in the town that we wasted |
| Had to shout at the top, should’ve chased it |