Jeezy - Back To The Basics lyrics

I'm sorry for cussing fu*k you, fu*k you I'm back, Mr. Magic City Blowin' color purple, I make it rain on your forehead You woulda thought I had a fan the way I blow that money You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money The Feds outside and they checkin' his tag But still the boy move with a hell of a swag It's like the soundtrack to my life Everyday I'm under investigation But I will not stop so you can stop the hating What more can I say? It's like my gift and my curse To fail or succeed, I don't know whats worse I don't know what's worse Agents tryna find a glitch in my matrix One slip and I'm back to the basics Red or blue pill, what would you do? When the same ni**as you love got hate in their blood I know god's watching over me, so is the Fed's When love turns to hate and ni**as rather you dead Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ All the bad I've done, will you still protect my life? Maybe, maybe not Until then, I keep an extra clip for that Glock You wanna see my bank statement I got no problems with that Three hundred thousand, you know I'm smarter than that I been dodging the alphabet boys all my life So, you gonna need more than a child support lawyer I got some child support for you Get off your ass b*tch and get you a job Tell your other three baby daddy's to sell dope or rob My son got everything in the world that I never had One thing you can't call me is a deadbeat dad When you're the one that shoulda been exposed Unfit mother still playin' witcha nose And I don't wanna tell my child That his moms ain't sh*t And this ain't about him She just a money hungry b*tch I been here before They boxed me in a corner and I came out fighting They locked me in a cell and I came out writing I said I came out writin' Lock my body, you can't trap my mind I only talk in the bedroom, we whisper in the kitchen Call me paranoid, I think the walls is listening But if them walls could talk I'd prolly never get to see the daylight I gave it to 'em raw, mixtape after mixtape I had ni**as waiting on the album I shoulda got five mic's in the Source Instead I got five bricks and a Porsche They say I ain't lyrical I wasn't tryna impress y'all ni**as If hating was a crime, they'd arrest ya ni**as Kink bought the mic, I just gave him my life The streets co-signed, the hood gave me my stripes I said, the streets co-signed, the hood gave me my stripes Kink bought the mic, I just gave him my life I said, the streets co-signed, the hood gave me my stripes Yeah, I know you ain't done 'em I'm back, better than before, matter fact, I'm better than ever They can't box me in, that boy too clever So CNN worried 'bout little ol' me fu*k the b*tch ass reporter who wrote the story You motherfu*kers don't know sh*t about me What I been through or where I came from When sh*t got hard, I stayed, I ain't run So you can blame the government, they made me this way See the pain in my eyes, you don't see me cry Two tears in a bucket, who got that work? Real talk, I'll make us a way Get rich, or I'mma go to jail tryin' Uncle Sam ain't never gave me sh*t But my partner out west, yeah he front me them bricks How the hell you expect me to be drug free? When George Bush ain't never done sh*t for me Follow me home and tap my phone What happened to my freedom of speech? Love don't love nobody Got me feelin' like I shouldn't love myself I practice what I preach, I preach what I practice A hundred thou under my mattress I'm only human, just a man God gave me a gift to do the best that I can Critics say I can't make an album better than my first one The way I feel, that'll prolly be my worst one Another one after that will be better than my last So real talk, y'all can kiss my ass This is the beginning of the beginning I am the future You ni**as are a thing of the past I'm not ashamed of who I am or what I've become So all you ridicule lookin' I'm not the one It's called self respect, I bow down to no man I say all that to say that you can't ban the snowman