[Intro – spoken, low, over dusty keys] Ayy… Looked under the mattress, behind the stove, in the drawer with the emergency… Thought I had more than this. Base gnomes been busy. Let’s get it. [Hook] Base gnomes snatchin’ all my stock, lend ‘em out like they ain’t mine Overshared the next-up plan, now these folks reneged on time Frienemies and users sippin’ off the same damn line Toxic love and enablers — comedy how I still grind Thought I had a stack or two, searched every spot I know Empty places, broken trust, that’s the price of lettin’ go Base gnomes, base gnomes, hidin’ what I thought was solid gold still get up and take control [Verse 1] Woke up reachin’ for the bag like “where did all it go?” Checked the vent, the freezer shelf, the book with the hollowed core Lent a couple to my mans ‘cause he said he got the plug on deck Next day silence, phone dry, dude moved like he forget Overshared the whole operation, map and all the codes Now every freeloadin’ person think they own the load Frienemy smile in my face, “bro we good, we solid, blood” Meanwhile countin’ my leftovers like they found a flood Toxic shorty still callin’, “baby I just need a little taste” Enabler in my ear sayin’ “help her one more time, that’s grace” Comedy how I believed the story, thought loyalty was thick Searched the car, the shoe box, even under grandma’s brick Ain’t nothin’ but lint and lessons, empty hands and pride Base gnomes laughin’ in the dark while I’m outside lookin’ wild [Hook] Base gnomes snatchin’ all my stock, lend ‘em out like they ain’t mine Overshared the next-up plan, now these folks reneged on time Frienemies and users sippin’ off the same damn line Toxic love and enablers — comedy how I still grind Thought I had a stack or two, searched every spot I know Empty places, broken trust, that’s the price of lettin’ go Base gnomes, base gnomes, hidin’ what I thought was solid gold still get up and take control [Verse 2] Used to keep it tight-lipped, now my mouth an open vault Told the circle all the moves, they flipped it into assault Come-up money vanished quicker than a friend when the bag get thin “I got you next week” texts turn to permanent ghostin’ Drama with the enablers, they love you when the bag is fat Soon as drought hit they switch, call you selfish, call you whack Toxic relationship on loop — yell, makeup, then the ask “Just a little something for the pain,” then she gone with half the stash I laughed out loud in the kitchen, hands empty, head shook “You really thought you had more?” damn near wrote a book Checked the heater vent again, the plant, the old cologne Base gnomes left a note: “stop lendin’ what you need to own” West side lessons hard, but they keep a real one sharp Hustle smarter, trust shorter, guard the motherlovin’ heart [Bridge – half-sung, melodic, soft haze] I thought the pile was endless… Turned around it was a mirage… Users, losers, fake supporters… All of ‘em part of the charge… Still I rise with empty pockets… Turn the pain into the spark… Base gnomes can’t keep a boss down… We rebuildin’ after dark… [Verse 3] Four minutes on the clock, story longer than the track From the lendin’ to the losin’ to the laughin’ looking back Ain’t mad at the stock that vanished, mad I handed ‘em the key Oversharing is a tax, reneged next-ups come free Frienemies got exposed when the cupboard went bare Enablers got cut off, toxic love got left right there Comedy in the struggle — grown man on hands and knees Huntin’ gnomes that never existed, just my own damn need Now the new rule carved in stone: move silent, stack alone Crenshaw nights, Marathon mornings, turn the loss to throne If the base gnomes come again they gon’ find an empty home ‘Cause the real ones learned the game — protect the stuff you own [Hook – final, stacked ad-libs] Base gnomes snatchin’ all my stock, lend ‘em out like they ain’t mine (they ain’t mine) Overshared the next-up plan, now these folks reneged on time (reneged) Frienemies and users sippin’ off the same damn line (same line) Toxic love and enablers — comedy how I still grind (still grind) Thought I had a stack or two, searched every spot I know (spot I know) Empty places, broken trust, that’s the price of lettin’ go Base gnomes, base gnomes, hidin’ what I thought was solid gold still get up and take control
