Baby Scale (with Yung Gleesh) [Bonus Track]

Baby Scale mean balance The Gabby Douglas of rap The conscience 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 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 fuck up, I fuck up a cup, I fuck up a check And if you fuck with me then you know who that I'm fucking up next (You) The best new nigga 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 shit 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 HA! Run that shit from the top Fuck they talkin bout. Ay Lo (kill moe) get me right Gleetchie, shit bag shawty and all that there mane Cleansides finest, turn the music up 30 thousands dollars, been had it, been snatching, been crabbing You know what I mean? Cleanside Go, hard, go, hard, go, hard, go, hard (fuck what you talkin bout) Go, hard, go, hard, go, hard, go, hard (fuck what you talkin bout) Go, hard, go, hard, go, hard, go, hard (fuck what you talkin bout) Fuck what you talkin bout I got the shotty mouth I gotta chalk em out I get my nigga 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 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, fuck the purpin' out Any you niggas want beef then I'm servin' out steak Free smoke, free smoke (aye) Repo, repo (aye) They take your chain, take your watch, Take your car, take your house, and your hoe (aye) Where I'm from they don't play (yuh) Hit a lick around the way (yuh) They rob ya momma, kill yo mans, shop at Costco all the same day That's the mentality Them niggas be wildin' out, and that shit is sad to me But that's the reality So that's why I don't give a fuck 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 Fuck your analytics, fuck a stream Fuck your team, I can walk a balance beam When 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 gotta put on myself first I gotta get up my self-worth I gotta filter the love and thirst Niggas be thinking the love is real You gotta pop 20 Xanny pills Just to probably know how a nigga feels I don't feel shit If your ass ain't a friend to me Free flock, screaming STP Rest In Peace Falling off nigga that be the death of me Everyone can get it, everyone a critic When you this high, everyone one a midget 2010 yeah, J. Cole said it Mama lookin' down, praying for a nigga Next 30 days, Jay gone get it Gone