Baby Scale

Yeah, yeah (run tings rude boi) yeah Baby Scale mean balance The Gabby Douglas of rap The conscious nigga 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 class full of dummies It's funny, back then they ain't want me Now they still dont want me It's funny, I'm still in the race with your major label signees 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*ck up, I f*ck up a cup, I f*ck up a check And if you f*ck with me then you know who that I'm fucking up next Yo, the best new nigga just clocked in cha-ching Nine out of ten new rappers doo doo rappers They say lyrics ain't cool nomore I'm like sheesh I guess after this shit drop I might peace 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'll 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 Ha, run that shit from the top F*ck they talkin' 'bout, DC get low (kill Moe) get me right Gleetchie, shit bag shawty and all that there mane Cleanside's finest, turn the music up Thirty thousands dollars, been had it, been snatching, been crabbin' Go, go, go, go, go (f*ck what you talkin' 'bout) Go, go, go, go, go (f*ck what you talkin' 'bout) I got the shotty mouth I gotta chalk 'em out I get my nigga Gleesh He gonna stomp em out Used to like love and peace I like destruction now I was in love wit her We just be fucking 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*ck the purpin' out Any you niggas 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 'round the way, yea They rob ya momma, kill yo mans, shop at Costco all the same day That's the mentality Them niggas be wilding out And that shit is sad to me That's just reality So that's why I don't give a f*ck if a rap nigga 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 nigga Far as I'm concerned nobody better F*ck yo analytics, f*ck a stream F*ck your team I can walk a balance beam while I sing Juggle, spit a sixteen and be humble Struggled twenty-fifteen 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 gotta put on myself first I gotta give up my self worth I gotta filter the love and thirst Niggas be thinking the love is real You gotta pop twenty Xanny pills Just to probably know how a nigga feels I don't feel shit if yo ass is an enemy Free flock, screaming "STP, rest in peace" Falling off nigga, that be the death of me Everyone can get it, everyone's a critic When you this high, everyone's one a midget Twenty-ten, yeah, J. Cole said it Mama lookin' down, praying for a nigga Next thirty days Jay gone get it Gone