The Balance Pt. 2

[Verse 1: ]
My nigga just had a daughter shit made me go harder
Fuck the hype and all that bullshit we taking this farther
I got some niggas from my hood trying to make me a martyr
I made it from the bottom could paint you the horror
Could show you the struggle pops told me to hustle
Now its all off the muscle now I'm balling like Russell
Now I'm eating some muscles some lobsters and shrimp
The mind of a hustler, a mobster, a pimp
I'm stuck in my ways yeah you know I ain't change
I'm puffing some haze the times is so strange
I'm trying to get paid they riding the wave
She tired of complaining I'm stuck in my ways
She said I been on the road too much
City to city fucking hoes too much
Was out the country on my phone too much
While you was worried about mines instead of yours too much
And I don't even really keep up with the score too much
But if you heard we in the lead I could've told you such
You know we hustling, know we clutching
That's the end of the story baby no discussion

[Outro: ]
I got these knots in my jeans
Blow got that Glock with a beam
I only rock with my team
This shit is not what it seems
I got these knots in my jeans
Blow got that Glock with a beam
I only rock with my team
This shit is not what it seems