Balance

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Hardo] I point that chopper right at all y'all And my niggas ball hard like we all-stars All my niggas pushin' foreigns, them is our cars And I'm in the hotel, it ain't all stars It's just three of those Fifty thousand for a ki' of those Twenty-four hundred for a P of those I'll pop a Skittle like some minerals I'm baking cakes up like they dinner rolls Bitch, I got principles You gon' work, you wan' fuck with me You ain't gon' lay up livin' luxury Got Instagram hoes for company I can get you killed because of me Can get you touched for free But both my chains took twenty thou' apiece [Chorus: Hardo] I know I failed on some plans but ain't have intentions to lie Wasn't lookin' for static, I swear, girl, you was a vibe But these streets got me damaged, still got my stick in my ride Grab a scale, tryna balance, girl, all my love in these pies (Yeah, yeah) Just tryna balance it (All my love, yeah) Just tryna balance it (All these drugs, yeah) Just tryna balance it (All this thuggin') Just tryna balance it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: FTR Drama] In that Bentley, we at Benny with it Two choppers in a jitney with it Fiend from South Park, ain't no Kenny with it In your hood, I got that chicky in it We gon' do you like you Ricky in it My block, it make 60 Minutes Hustle grand like I'm Iggy with it On the block like I'm Timmy with it Spur, we gotta keep it tinted 'Cause the five-oh on my back just like I'm Dave Rob' And I get a nigga hit just like I'm Adolf Better be like Migos, nigga, take off Had to hustle hard, I couldn't take off Whip a block of coke and watch it break off You take a L, you goin' home 'cause it's the playoffs [Chorus: Hardo] I know I failed on some plans but ain't have intentions to lie Wasn't lookin' for static, I swear, girl, you was a vibe But these streets got me damaged, still got my stick in my ride Grab a scale, tryna balance, girl, all my love in these pies (Yeah, yeah) Just tryna balance it (All my love, yeah) Just tryna balance it (All these drugs, yeah) Just tryna balance it (All this thuggin') Just tryna balance it Ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: Hardo] Girl, I woke up this morning so I could weigh a brick And I know you gettin' tired of it but ain't sayin' shit Even though it's in private, but our relationship Is on rocks how I'm slidin' and I can't change the shit If they come in and find it, I can't erase the shit So if you leave, you decided, I can't even blame you, bitch I put rocks on your finger, I tried to get you rich Though I'm married to the streets, just like it, you might switch [Verse 4: FTR Drama] Yeah, and you know I'm ridin' with this hammer And this arm and hammer Hope the judge don't hit me with a hammer Send me to the slammer Babies and no Pampers Pray to God that I don't hurt my grandma I'm just a real street nigga with all intentions to ride I ain't chasin' no bitch 'cause I got too much pride He got caught with a chicken and then that nigga got fried Yeah, the day that he ratted, the nigga should've just died [Chorus: Hardo] I know I failed on some plans but ain't have intentions to lie Wasn't lookin' for static, I swear, girl, you was a vibe But these streets got me damaged, still got my stick in my ride Grab a scale, tryna balance, girl, all my love in these pies (Yeah, yeah) Just tryna balance it (All my love, yeah) Just tryna balance it (All these drugs, yeah) Just tryna balance it (All this thuggin') Just tryna balance it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)