[ Pre-Chorus ]
Some will need gold, some will need jesus, pieces
I’m not into chains
Some will have ghosts, writin’ their releases, jesus
Yall should be ashamed
Some will get rich, some will break down
Ive been numb to pain
Balboa Ill find a way, balboa Ill find a way
[ Verse 1: Dubbygotbars ]
Never moved weight
Just a couple of bags for a little bit of cash
Wasn’t heavy in the game
Never rocked diamonds or gold
Was a time when I bought a fake chain
Didn’t see the light of day
Won a couple fights, took a couple L’s
I wasn’t myself but compelled to act brave
Brother almost died, I would say twice
Opened up my eyes, still remember that day
I cannot abandon who I really am
I could never flex on the Instagram
Trust me I tried and its lame
I was framed by the culture and shoulda never gave a damn
It took leavin’ to find myself
Let the beat build to define myself
If I had the means I would sign myself
But I do, so I did, only time will tell
If I’m really gonna find a way
Sick of doin shows that don’t like to pay
Yall couldn’t even fill the tank
Then made a lil bag from the heads I bring
Man that’s the thing
Think I need to shift the focus, show love to the ones that notice
Stop paying snakes for the quick promotions
Approaching hate with bug spray, can't persuade the roaches
Tell my girl she the one and only
That’ll strengthen both us
Family deserves devotion
Can't get back these moments
Told music hold it
Call kin and express condolence
Backs been where the rope is
Spinal scratches and the cut is open
In love with hoping Imma stop corroding
Regain my passion by the summer solstice
Hope the Getty gon ride out
If they don’t I got this
Lone Ranger conscious
And they said he gon lie down
Cause the journeys vicious
See through the mission to the end I bet I’ll find out
Whos truly with me if the room is empty
Can't do the friendly
If you pretending and
In the booth ascending
Got deuces pending if it comes to that
[ Chorus ]
Some will need gold
Some will need jesus, pieces
I’m not into chains
Some will have ghosts
Writin’ their releases, jesus
Yall should be ashamed
Some will get rich
Some will break down
Ive been numb to pain
Balboa Ill find a way
Balboa Ill find a way
Some will live lies
Think I just might
Swear to god that shit leads to fame
Some will sink in mud
Some will throw ones
No trips to the club, I need to save
Some will lose focus
Some will shoot doses
Never got close, don’t feed the veins
Balboa Ill find a way
Balboa Ill find a way
[ Verse 2: Dubbygotbars ]
Guilt in the mind is mischief (that’s true)
Duck down undermine the system
They ain’t fam if you tried to miss em (that’s true)
But at least I tried to miss em
I don’t need a clean G5 or Benzes
Or Ralph Laurenses
Or a Glock or pistol
I fly commercial
Whip the Rolla
Rock Nike might keep a shotty hidden
With a body count that is non-existent
So mama chill, it’s just crib defenses
But if forceful entry is on your mind
I put thoughts on the drapes
That’s a blind decision
Hope my brother get out of the Burg soon
Don’t push with youngins they’ll burn you
Westminster bandits had the package missin
Didn’t understand the whole trappin business
I was young at the run around once
Kept it on the low, I didn’t wanna say nothin
Homie Big Al that’s a fuckin day one
Said they day gonna come
And it did, now we done
Hung it up swapped out for the lab coat
Cigarillo fog on the back road
I ain't wanna leave on a bad note
But my pop shits flame so it sounds dope
No I don’t need the tags, I ain't flashy
Ive been in my bag, come at me
A Lil bitch boy went and paid for name
Keep thinkin you gon gain some respect, ain't happen
Ive been called Dubby since Bron’s first basket
And that's as a Cav
I’ve been acting combative
Shit you can have it
It really don’t matter
Said he got bars?
Just a young John Taffer
If you with it, lets go!
[ Chorus ]
Some will need gold
Some will need jesus, pieces
I’m not into chains
Some will have ghosts
Writin’ their releases, jesus
Yall should be ashamed
Some will get rich
Some will break down
Ive been numb to pain
Balboa Ill find a way
Balboa Ill find a way
Some will live lies
Think I just might
Swear to god that shit leads to fame
Some will sink in mud
Some will throw ones
No trips to the club, I need to save
Some will lose focus
Some will shoot doses
Never got close, don’t feed the veins
Balboa Ill find a way
Balboa Ill find a way
