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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Vocals
Rogét Chahayed
Keyboards
Otxhello
Bass
Milan Beker
Keyboards
Ashley Merchant
Background Vocals
BEAM
Bass
BERG
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rogét Chahayed
Songwriter
Johnathan Hulett
Songwriter
Jasper Harris
Songwriter
Presley Regier
Songwriter
Tom Levesque
Songwriter
Milan Beker
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
Tyshane Thompson
Songwriter
Nami Beats
Songwriter
Bailey Goldberg
Songwriter
Othello Houston
Songwriter
Benjamin Saint Fort
Songwriter
ERYN ALLEN KOEHN
Songwriter
Sean Michael Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Producer
Rogét Chahayed
Producer
Johnathan Hulett
Producer
Jasper Harris
Producer
Presley Regier
Producer
Tom Levesque
Producer
Otxhello
Producer
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
BNYX®
Producer
Milan Beker
Recording Engineer
Eryn Allen Kane
Producer
Julian Vasquez
Recording Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
BEAM
Producer
BERG
Producer
nami
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Uh
Yeah
Yeah
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Straight to the top, that's how I rock
[Verse 1]
Aye, back to the basics, back to the work
Like we back from vacation, we never not takin', we what?
Back to the basics, back to the basement
I love makin' progress you peons not makin'
Bro turn this back on me then push back up on me
I'm not really fazed by his fakeness
I'm cut from a different cloth, engineered from a different tier type greatness
[Chorus]
Okay, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, I got it
They love to talk shit but can't top it
I might just style yo' stylist
They went and did what I did after I did it, shit ironic
The way I did what I did, my bitch love to call me iconic
Aye, aye, aye
[Verse 2]
The timing gon' free up, the contract get read up
Yo business is fucked, crackers runnin' it up, why they kickin' they feet up? (Stupid)
You might as well signed you a prenup, then copped you a Fiat
Don't worry, I got properties that you could rent out
I'm not a new artist, brodie, I been out
These hoes wanna end us, these boys think I'm finished
But I turn the tables like Funk Flex in NY
Yeah, it's gon' all come around like a fish eye
And I'ma need all that love back that I dish out
The peace is Jesus, yeah, I had to go Biggie
Y'all **** rap like y'all actin' like Shiggy
I'm in a Mecca you boys can't touch down in
They turn a conscious rapper unconscious
They feed these gangsta rappers to piranhas
They take off your Cartier, fill it with diamonds
To put on they eyes just to hide all the trauma
I just ain't rhyming to rhyme, bitch
We back to the basics, back to the work
Like we back from vacation, we never not takin', we what?
Back to the basics, back to the basement
I love makin' progress you peons not makin'
[Chorus]
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, I got it
They love to talk shit but can't top it
I might just style yo' stylist
They went and did what I did after I did it, shit ironic
The way that I did what I did, my bitch love to call me iconic
Written by: Bailey Goldberg, Benjamin Saint Fort, Chauncey Hollis, ERYN ALLEN KOEHN, Jasper Harris, Johnathan Hulett, Milan Beker, Nami Beats, Othello Houston, Presley Regier, Rogét Chahayed, Sean Anderson, Tom Levesque, Tyshane Thompson