New Balances

Is it good or bad, wrong or right shit? Folarin II, yeah We still in a motherfuckin' pandemic, nigga Look, they ain't want me here, fuck it, I'm back though And I'm with so many, so many rap flow Toe-to-toe with the mic, I am Mike-like And you hoe niggas lookin' Glass Joe It's a hole in my heart from my last hoe It's a hole in her wallet right after Every lyric I wrote is her caption When we broke up, she posted her CashApp, yeah She could've hit me for it (pussy) sweet like Pepsi Cola (look) I play but I'm not no toy, she need flavor, I'm no LaCroix, mm IRS keep callin', count my racks I don't record it, mm Fame ain't like you know, pay these taxes and these lawyers, yeah Nigga this Prada from '26, desire for money is somethin' else Phylicia Rashād is a lucky woman, it's hard workin' with the funny bills Authentic, never counterfeit, count it up 'til it's calluses OG's flippin' old money, same old city, new balances That's why the city always feels like a trap We might be divided and lost and everything When we come together like a, like a iron hand and Feds all over, right? The main idea is to stop killin' each other man, and come together They don't like it but fuck it, I'm back Cookies in bag, I got no time to be mad I got no time to be tied up in feelings I gotta re-up, you gotta relax I gotta be classy, I've been dissin', I've been chillin', don't ask me How I'm feelin', I'm as good as I'm gon' be Check yo' census, niggas won't even see me, tryna be noisy And it really be one deep, ain't really get no sleep And it really be women that tell me they need me But don't even know me This shit can get O.D So I'm lookin' at the game funny like I'm in a nosebleed I'm a leader, a man You trick with bitches that'll feed me in bed It's different, nigga, I can speak to they soul The pussy wetter when it ain't for a bag But how would you know? We stuck to the code I ain't switchin', I be good when it's slow Y'all 'on't hit me when the numbers is low You make a hit, a nigga smother your phone and try to big bro you Hol' up, I'm in Miami, the toes out Shout out to Zoey, the Zoes out, Bam Adebayo on courtside Bag on me, I'm really Yoruba, I'm really royalty, I move important Free agent, I rock what I want right Salehe, he just got me the orange ones, uh, yeah Authentic, never counterfeit When it's God-given and you elevated All these satan niggas want you down with them Yeah, yeah, pray for 'em, they embarassin' I stayed loyal I got old runners, OG checks, new balances Yeah, mm, new balances Same old city, new balances Yeah, new balances Way more checks, new balances, yeah Oh, I tell you, you dress very nice They want to compare everybody with everybody I don't care what anybody say you at, you are still above the game