Loaded Bases

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Loaded bases, that's my motivation.

A nigga feelin' lucky, we should go to Vegas.

Two thousand eighteen, mode of transportation.

Got me feelin' overanxious like a home invasion.

My dough inflated and I'm more creative.

Signed a couple big deals, but it's no paradin'.

See, it's a couple niggas every generation, that wasn't supposed to make it out, but decode the matrix.

And when they get to speak, it's like a coded language.

Reminds niggas of they strength and all the stolen greatness.

We used to shoot at niggas out the Mobil station.

Full circle, mogul motivation. My self-educated, smooth negotiations.

Got these sharks that I'm sittin' at this table with afraid to bait me.

No tint on my Mercedes, that's for inspiration.

Two kilos on my neck like the fuckin' eighties. West Side, Slauson Ave, know my demonstration.

Boy, they raised, y'all affiliated.

It's really greatness. Ridin' 'round like I really made it. Loaded bases, I'm gon'

Willie Mason. Yah.

Listen to my ambition 'cause I'm on one.

Swingin' for the fences, for the home run. Even further beyond into the universe.

But I've got to make it to first, first. It feels like every second's being stolen.

I risk it for every ticket, we sold 'em.

You got the ball, I'ma take it home.

-Bottom line, I'm gon' make it home.

-Look, I was sittin' on my link and I start thinkin'.

Nigga ain't gon' make a hundred mil' off in these streets and, more than likely,

I'm gon' end up in somebody precinct.

Even worse, hearse and carriage front the church, laid off in a hearse, I dealt with it.

I ain't just out here for my health with it. I weigh the risk and if reward is seen, the scale tip it.

Let's all get on one accord and take the world, niggas.

Take the money, take the power and the girls with us. Can't buy that bullshit that they sell niggas.

It breed drug heads and jail niggas. Look, all these ways they derail niggas.

That's why respect me to the utmost when you see me's how I feel, nigga. 'Cause I ain't fail niggas.

I seen it comin', did not tell niggas.

Different lanes, same passion for the mail, niggas. Switch lanes, all black, two glass cylinders. V12, too fast, nigga.

-Go. -Listen to my ambition 'cause I'm on one.

Swingin' for the fences, for the home run. Even further beyond into the universe.

But I've got to make it to first, first. It feels like every second's being stolen.

I risk it for every ticket, we sold 'em.

You got the ball, I'ma take it home.

Bottom line, I'm gon' make it home