(HOOK)
These niggas look the part, but they can’t talk the talk
He a Heyman guy, tryna' take his chance in the ring, with a boss
Niggas know better, I been that day one, had it all
In the Basement on the Southside, come swim with the sharks my nigga

I come from where niggas put in pain for results
And we ain’t going back and forth, won’t say no names in a song
And how you say you put in work but got no change? Something wrong
Slide with the gang and tell these kids to go and play, run along my nigga


(JuneThaKid)
Yeah, that culture shift, that’s me, that’s him, that’s June
With the troops, don’t too many want no problems with my platoon
My contenders really wolves in sheep's clothing, tell the truth
Must be blood up in the water cause to me they look like food
I ain’t tripping

I can’t trust a soul cause niggas motives be suspicious
I need some new goals, cause all my old ones getting finished
Niggas chose to sleep, then wanna come ask for forgiveness
Bitch you got me fucked up hoe, you know I’ve been that nigga

Since The Smurfs, I’m an icon on the verge
When rob died I cried my eyes out, then went sparked me up some earth
Know he’d want me to keep on grinding, put my head down, put in work
Ain’t no setback in this life 'gon stop them bills due on the 1st

Ain’t no nigga with me fishy, if your vibe off, we can’t work
Niggas leashes short as hell, can’t let shit slide, I’m on alert
It’s getting treacherous out here, I can’t tell riding and who riding, and who hurt
You don’t watch your back they might come leave your mind all on your shirt, Basement

(HOOK)
These niggas look the part, but they can’t talk the talk
He a Heyman guy, tryna' take his chance in the ring, with a boss
Niggas know better, I been that day one, had it all
In the Basement on the Southside, come swim with the sharks my nigga

I come from where niggas put in pain for results
And we ain’t going back and forth, won’t say no names in a song
And how you say you put in work but got no change? Something wrong
Slide with the gang and tell these kids to go and play, run along my nigga

($aiku)
Niggas know what’s up but they still gotta learn the hard way
Say they big fish even big fish still shark bait
Brought the game back like Brooklyn did with the Barclays
Need a book deal and a cooking show how I soufflé 'em

I’m a ditch digger putting top fives in the crawl space
Moving like real vets most rappers green as what they all chase
Hit the ground running never stopped growing went and set a wild pace
Everybody wants it till they in person now they all parlaying

No negotiations when it’s wartime we give ultimatums
Faded off a green box and a couple blunts now I’m activated
Been getting calculated every step taken been cultivated
We done got the keys now bet these gate keepers feel they powers waning

Now they call the basement when it’s showtime like they obligated
But I stay on it cause these Jank promoters hide the stipulations
Niggas this the lion's den try to play around get eviscerated
Never been hard to find I be outside like a fucking vagrant

(Righteous Emcee)
MC the goat, kiss the ring nigga, I’m the don
I ain’t letting none of y’all niggas eat, this Ramadan
I know some real killers, stay masked up like Comic-Con
Pull up jumping out of sliding doors like soccer moms

I did a lot of sort on the Southside, man I’m surprised that I’m still here
Talking shit like they the best, leave out this hoe just telfair
I’m a real shark, I smell fear *sniff sniff* what the fuck is that?
Spin the block now I’m back around, call me Joe Campbell how I double back

Got a 40 on me like I love cougars, with an extra clip, but it come attached
When the beef, I’m in love with that, type of shit, have fun with that
Why you sent us that? Now you scared. Now I’m back from the dirt
All of y’all bite curb, move bitch better swerve

Caught ‘em slipping like gutschlags, better check in like moving times
Nigga move aside, when the tool arrives, get a suit and tie, nigga you can die
Foolish pride in the ring with me is all rare heart
I ain’t starting where the rest start, old Nigga cooking like Brett Favre

All them hits fucked my shoulder up, got the game in a cobra clutch
Minnesota better know what’s up, we too lit Nigga sober up
Make a bet, we got a pole with us, I kill careers then shoulder shrug
Basement Gang, this shit wicked, better get with it, but I know for one
MC