Look, let's cut the bullshit, alright?
If you can hang, fine
If you can't, pshh
Let's not pretend anymore
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Uhh
Baby Scale mean balance
The Gabby Douglas of rap
The conscience n**a that can teach on trap
The one that everybody saying sound like this or that
But more or less, number one when I p**s on tracks
I'm here, got my hand up in a class full of dummies
It's funny, back then they ain't want me
Now they still don't want me, its funny
I'm still in the race with your major label signee
So I don't need a TIP my attitude been on Tiny
You been origami
You been folding, filling your folders up
But still sleep I'm just scolding my eyes is never shut
Shut the f**k up, I f**k up a cup, I f**k up a check
And if you f**k with me then you know who that I'm f**g up next (You)
The best new n**a just clocked in, ching-ching
Nine out of ten new rappers, doo-doo rappers
They say lyrics ain't cool no more, I'm like sheesh
I guess after this s**t drop I'm might peace (Bye)
Deuces up with a deuce-deuce in my boot
I'll never call it truce, I boom boom and then reply, oops (My bad)
I play the flute while you play your position
If your position is snake, I know when the playing finished
I know when the aim is different
I been shooting for stars
You just shooting for the money
I'm aiming to hit they hearts, flatline
I'm here to straighten all these rappers up, flat iron
They counted me out before we even hit halftime
HA! Run that s**t from the top
F**k they talkin bout. Ay Lo (kill moe), yea we might
Gleetchie, s**t bag shawty and all that there mane
Cleansides finest, turn the music up
30 thousands dollars, been had it, been snatching, been crabbing
You know what I mean? Cleanside
Go, hard, go, hard, go, hard, go, hard (f**k what you talkin bout)
Go, hard, go, hard, go, hard, go, hard (f**k what you talkin bout)
Go, hard, go, hard, go, hard, go, hard (f**k what you talkin bout)
Go, hard, go, hard, go, hard, go, hard
F**k what you talkin bout
I got the shotty mouth
I gotta chalk em out
I get my n**a Gleesh, he gonna stomp 'em out
Use to like love and peace, I like destruction now
I was in love wit her, we just be f**g now
Say you got work but I guess it ain't working now
Say you got plugs, well I guess that the circuit out
I just be telling the truth, f**k the purpin' out
Any you n**s want beef then I'm servin' out (steak!)
Free smoke, free smoke (aye)
Repo, repo (aye)
They take your chain, take your watch, take your car, take your house, and your hoe
(aye)
Where I'm from they don't play (yuh)
Hit a lick around the way (yuh)
They rob ya momma, kill yo mans, shop at Costco all the same day
That's the mentality
Them n**s be wildin' out, and that s**t is sad to me
But that's just reality
So that's why I don't give a f**k if a rap n**a mad at me
I shed a tear, and I blame it on allergies
Mama just died and I claim it don't damage me
Meanwhile, emotions is breaking the man in me
Try to throw shade, and I'm breaking your canopy
I'm best rapper where I'm from n**a
Far as I'm concerned, nobody better
F**k your analytics, f**k a stream
F**k your team, I can walk a balance beam
When I sing, juggle
Spit a 16, and be humble
Struggled 2015, now I'm leveled
Even at the top level, I don't settle
Working off the late night, Jimmy Kimmel
Just to be on Jimmy Kimmel
I'm tryna put everybody on
But I gotta put on myself first
I gotta get up my self-worth
I gotta filter the love and thirst
N**s be thinking the love is real
You gotta pop 20 Xanny pills
Just to probably know how a n**a feels
I don't feel s**t
If your ass is an enemy
Free flock, screaming STP
Rest In Peace
Falling off n**a that be the death of me
Everyone can get it, everyone a critic
When you this high, everyone one a midget
2010 yeah, J. Cole said it
Mama lookin' down, praying for a n**a
Next 30 days, Jay gone get it
Gone
