Equilibrium

Album cover art for "Equilibrium" by Lyrical Lemonade

Lyrical Lemonade - Rap, Trap

Equilibrium

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[Intro: G Herbo & BabyTron] Yeah, yeah, G Herbo What's the deal, Herb'? [Chorus: BabyTron] Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium I'm just chillin' with my milli's waitin' 'til the billi's come [Verse 1: BabyTron] What area I'm from? Bitch, 51 Quarter after quarter, stuffin' 'woods, I got hippy lungs Swervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digi' jumped Sick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up Sick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot You ain't got a whip, what's in my pocket, could've bought a Civic You ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics Same motherfuckers try to shoot the ball and miss it High as hell, I turn thе TV on and let it watch me Me, mysеlf and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three Blessing after blessing, can't rush godspeed How you call yourself the G.O.A.T.? Bitch, stop, please How you call yourself the G.O.A.T., but you not me? Spot like H&M, fiends pull up just to cop jeans M30's, they'll turn to zombies when they pop Ps Herbo in some brand new Fazos, shit, you know my Crocs clean (Clean) [Chorus: G Herbo] (Swervo) Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium I'm just chillin' with my milli's waitin' 'til the billi's come [Verse 2: G Herbo] We don't talk to cops, we don't cop pleas Soon as we hit they block, it's already cocked, squeeze I don't fuck with rats 'cause I got a lot of cheese Way I stunt, I don't care 'bout what she want, I'm what a bitch need Billion dollar mouth, I'm smokin' Runtz, so that's a K a blunt Switch out hoes and give 'em what they want, that's fifty-K a month If you know me, I'm a humble beast, so it's okay to stunt At eighteen, I had a hundred pounds, so it's okay to front I rose from the mud, now I'm rich Yeah, I'm lit, bitch, but if this shit go bad, is you gon' switch? It was a blood bath, now I rock blood diamonds, we legit And my lil' blood bad, all he want is a big ol' bag and another switch Half a million, that's my kit, gotta protect my ice but I been totin' pipes since I was a jit So they really don't mean shit And I'm a suspect to a vic', ain't no respect for a snitch Raise the scoreboard, we down bad, just up that and it's an upset I hate when niggas be talkin' on the 'net like he gon' step but can't even walk Can't give him a thought, ain't even a threat He tried to run, you know we hawked him, white chalk, you know we caught him 3D, you know we saw him, Friday the 13th, know it's autumn, ayy (G Herbo) [Chorus: BabyTron] Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium I'm just chillin' with my milli's waitin' 'til the billi's come (Billi's come) [Outro: BabyTron, G Herbo & Both] Gotta be alone Walkin' solo with my chrome on my way home Days, weeks, feelin' weak, had to stay strong Facin' trauma on my own, baby, how you say I'm wrong? Money always on my phone, baby, I can't stay, I'm gone Left the streets but I put all my pain inside my songs You know what I'm on

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Credits

Writers
  • Car!ton
  • Cole Bennett
  • Daniyel
  • G Herbo
  • BabyTron
  • marvy ayy