[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)
