Mark’s Basement Wiz Khalifa
"Mark's Basement" by Wiz Khalifa, released in 2010, is a #HipHop track that reflects themes of friendship, partying, and the carefree lifestyle associated with youth. The lyrics convey a sense of nostalgia and the enjoyment of life’s simple moments. Unique elements include laid-back beats and smooth flows, contributing to its chill vibe. The song resonates with fans for its relatable content and captures the essence of the early 2010s hip-hop culture.
[Verse 1]
How you want it? Now or later, I blow a pound of flavors
I'm always rollin kush, don't be with entertainers
This ain't just for the look, don't feel like I need favors
Don't play it by the book, occupation smokin' papers
When I pull up they look, cool with the cops and neighbors
I got these niggas shook, like helicopter chases
My car win races, my broad was racist
But now she wanna kick it, get her little brother tickets
I talk, I live it, I ball, I pivot
I go the distance, I'm so persistent
How I'm livin', stackin' millions
Rappin' to children, gettin' that pack in the buildin'
That real shit, I'm bringin' the feelin'
That bad bitch, she bringin' my meal in
My swag good, you think you could steal it
That bag good, I think it's a million
[Break]
Count it up
Count the motherfuckin' money man
When's the last time you ran somethin'?
Never, motherfucka!
Ha ha ha ha
Matter fact, as long as you know how to roll in 2020, you good
You gang!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
How you want it? Now or later, I blow a pound of flavors
I'm always rollin kush, don't be with entertainers
This ain't just for the look, don't feel like I need favors
Don't play it by the book, occupation smokin' papers
When I pull up they look, cool with the cops and neighbors
I got these niggas shook, like helicopter chases
My car win races, my broad was racist
But now she wanna kick it, get her little brother tickets
I talk, I live it, I ball, I pivot
I go the distance, I'm so persistent
How I'm livin', stackin' millions
Rappin' to children, gettin' that pack in the buildin'
That real shit, I'm bringin' the feelin'
That bad bitch, she bringin' my meal in
My swag good, you think you could steal it
That bag good, I think it's a million
[Break]
Count it up
Count the motherfuckin' money man
When's the last time you ran somethin'?
Never, motherfucka!
Ha ha ha ha
Matter fact, as long as you know how to roll in 2020, you good
You gang!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
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