Tales of the Scale

Lyrics
[Intro] (Aye Tana, Fye That Shit Up) [Verse] I got this shit out of scale, don't do no scam If I front the pack, I tax it like I'm Uncle Sam If I spend a block, they say my name like I'm Beyoncé Just made a brick, and I propose like a fiancé Asked her what she into, she said trap, don't do lunch dates She never off, she serving fiends on they lunch break One snout, he'll clean the plate, like a entrée Send it out on Friday, so the box landing Monday Triple C, move coccinea bitch, I ain't no gunplay That lil shit that you signed for, I made that shit off one play Comme des Garçons, bitch, still don't have a heart Just weighing bags and counting cash, bitch, just play your part Carry a box to Nicolas Cage, gone in 60 seconds All these niggas snitching, Danny Glover, lethal weapon You just suspect, don't fuck with victims, So I keep it stepping Signed to the scale, don't need no helping hand Rap, but out in trouble, get perspective from a middle man I got a four, so my question is, what drought? Soon as I land, I cash out soon as the crop out Take that shit to trial, Mr. Big, Ain't no cop out Been had the spot, look like I moved in 'cause it boxed out I put this stick down, put these hands on, you get boxed out That show no love, get you killed or get you crossed out Quarter came plain, I hit wife and pick the ice out You the type to get your bag and just please these hoes I'm the type to make the profit off P's and O's New persona piece, bitch, and it came white gold Ten on ten, flawless diamond, mouth can't stay closed [Outro] It's LoLife Motherfuckin' Blacc Signed to the scale, nigga Let's get it (Aye Tana, Fye That Shit Up)
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Credits
- Writers
- LoLife Blacc
- TanaFyeThatShitUp2