[Verse 1: IDK]
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 piss on tracks
I'm here, got my hand up in a cla** 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** up, I f** up a cup, I f** up a check
And if you f** with me then you know who that I'm f**ing 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 sh** 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
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 the hearts, flatline
I'm here to straighten all these rappers up, flat iron
They counted me out before we even hit halftime
[Interlude: IDK & Yung Gleesh]
HA! Run that sh** from the top
f** they talkin bout. Ay Lo (k** moe) get me right
Gleetchie, sh** bag shawty and all that there mane
Cleansides finest, turn the music up
30 thousands dollars, been had it, been snatching, been crabbing
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f** what you talkin bout
f** what you talkin bout
f** what you talkin bout
f** what you talkin bout
[Verse 2]
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**ing 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** the purpin' out
Any you n***as want beef then I'm servin' out
Steak
Free smoke, free smoke (Aye)
Repo, repo (Aye)
They take yo chain, take yo watch, take your car take house and yo hoe (Aye)
Where I'm from they don't play (Yea)
Hit a lick around the way (Yea)
They rob ya momma, k** yo mans, shop at Costco all the same day
That's the mentality
Them n***as be wildin' out
That sh** is sad to me
But that's the reality
So that's why I don't give a f** 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
NOOOO body better
f** yo an*lytics
f** a stream, f** a team
I can walk a balance beam while 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'm put on myself first
I gotta give up my self-worth
I gotta filter the love and thirst
n***as 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 sh**
If yo a** ain't a friend to me
Free flock, screaming STP
Rest In Peace
Falling off n***a that be the d**h of me
Everyone can get it, everyone a critic
When you this high, everyone one a midget
2010 yea, J. Cole said it
Mama lookin' down, praying for a n***a
Next 30 days, Jay gone get it
Gone