prod. @tiedkid

Lyrics:
 
[MrThirdPerson]
Only time I'm sane is when I'm in it
Get these riches
Oh so cynic
Run the game like this shit litmus
And she fixin’
For a dickin’
Stuck that shit right tween her briches
Yeah yo bitch be throwin’ ass 
I ocosinco on you niggas

Yeah I run
Yeah I ball
I'm a king
I'm a star
Can’t see me
I’m too damn far
CP3
I clap like paul
I’m just playin
Still in the basement
Never champagne sprayin’
Beat the beat up like a nigga missed the weigh in
Get a deal and imma sign that shit in crayon
With my brothers like the wayans and I’m marlon

All on my own
Ain’t in my 5 I won’t pick up the phone
Nigga get iffy I switch up the tone
I got weed from the north so i weigh it in stone
Niggas be actin like they ain’t some clones
But I murder these niggas all purple my chrome
Coming right back but i never been gone
How the fuck I blow up when I never leave home
(shit)


[tiedkid]
Bitch I got loud tunes
Back in the basement booth
Got an houseparty under the roof
The aspirations improved

Ay in the basement
Got an house party above me
And we blazin’
Found what I had just wished for me
Yea we made it 
Bitch I do what I just want for me
Never chasin’
Our aspirations right in fornt’ me

Thats my own beat
Caretaker, know every key
Another drag on the tree
Can u feel what u can’t see?
Yea in that case 
My mission’s complete
You got that shit on repeat
I don’t know her 
But she knows me 
Someday I will look
Down at the streets,
Out my penthouse suite,
Big windows, flatscreen, 
Fireplace, cooking up the heat

But we in the backseat now
And she lookin' at me
Sayin’ she had the best weed
After a fuckin' stressed week
They just tryna test me
Yeah, they just tryna
(pew)

Basement

prod. @tiedkid

Lyrics:
 
[*MrThirdPerson*]
Only time I'm sane is when I'm in it
Get these riches
Oh so cynic
Run the game like this shit litmus
And she fixin’
For a dickin’
Stuck that shit right tween her briches
Yeah yo bitch be throwin’ ass 
I ocosinco on you niggas

Yeah I run
Yeah I ball
I'm a king
I'm a star
Can’t see me
I’m too damn far
CP3
I clap like paul
I’m just playin
Still in the basement
Never champagne sprayin’
Beat the beat up like a nigga missed the weigh in
Get a deal and imma sign that shit in crayon
With my brothers like the wayans and I’m marlon

All on my own
Ain’t in my 5 I won’t pick up the phone
Nigga get iffy I switch up the tone
I got weed from the north so i weigh it in stone
Niggas be actin like they ain’t some clones
But I murder these niggas all purple my chrome
Coming right back but i never been gone
How the fuck I blow up when I never leave home
(shit)


[*tiedkid*]
Bitch I got loud tunes
Back in the basement booth
Got an houseparty under the roof
The aspirations improved

Ay in the basement
Got an house party above me
And we blazin’
Found what I had just wished for me
Yea we made it 
Bitch I do what I just want for me
Never chasin’
Our aspirations right in fornt’ me

Thats my own beat
Caretaker, know every key
Another drag on the tree
Can u feel what u can’t see?
Yea in that case 
My mission’s complete
You got that shit on repeat
I don’t know her 
But she knows me 
Someday I will look
Down at the streets,
Out my penthouse suite,
Big windows, flatscreen, 
Fireplace, cooking up the heat

But we in the backseat now
And she lookin' at me
Sayin’ she had the best weed
After a fuckin' stressed week
They just tryna test me
Yeah, they just tryna
(pew)

Basement (feat. MrThirdPerson) [Slowed Version]

prod. @tiedkid

Lyrics:
 
[MrThirdPerson]
Only time I'm sane is when I'm in it
Get these riches
Oh so cynic
Run the game like this shit litmus
And she fixin’
For a dickin’
Stuck that shit right tween her briches
Yeah yo bitch be throwin’ ass 
I ocosinco on you niggas

Yeah I run
Yeah I ball
I'm a king
I'm a star
Can’t see me
I’m too damn far
CP3
I clap like paul
I’m just playin
Still in the basement
Never champagne sprayin’
Beat the beat up like a nigga missed the weigh in
Get a deal and imma sign that shit in crayon
With my brothers like the wayans and I’m marlon

All on my own
Ain’t in my 5 I won’t pick up the phone
Niggas get iffy I switch up the tone
I got weed from the north so i weigh it in stone
Niggas be actin like they ain’t some clones
But I murder these niggas all purple my chrome
Coming right back but I never been gone
How the fuck I blow up when I never leave home
(shit)


[tiedkid]
Bitch I got loud tunes
Back in the basement booth
Got an houseparty under the roof
The aspirations improved

Ay in the basement
Got an house party above me
And we blazin’
Found what I had just wished for me
Yea we made it 
Bitch I do what I just want for me
Never chasin’
Our aspirations right in fornt’ me

Thats my own beat
Caretaker, know every key
Another drag on the tree
Can u feel what u can’t see?
Yea in that case 
My mission’s complete
You got that shit on repeat
I don’t know her 
But she knows me 
Someday I will look
Down at the streets,
Out my penthouse suite,
Big windows, flatscreen, 
Fireplace, cooking up the heat

But we in the backseat now
And she lookin' at me
Sayin’ she had the best weed
After a fuckin' stressed week
They just tryna test me

Basement (feat. MrThirdPerson)

ARCHIVE

Member of @KindaMusicGroup
contact: kindamusicentertainment@gmail.com