[Intro]
The Balance...Money!
That's what we're after, huh?
They always told me...if you fail to plan...then you plan to fail...
And we here to win!
[Verse]
I spit it 'cuz I live it, I'mma get it & go
The brokest rapper you know, but I'm richer in soul
And I ain't never switch up, the grind just picked up
Now these groupies attempting to get my dick up
I ignore 'em and focus on recording
Way too committed for giving in to the whoring
Rather spend time building & exploring
Grown-ass man, but copying Lara Croft with it
I done worked for everything that I got
So I'm focused on the top, I'm trying to be a boss with it
No funds and I still paid the cost
If I get it, then I invest, I ain't tryna floss with it
It come & go like a new teen phase
And they tryna slow me down like a blue dream haze
But I survive with my grind & my intellect
I'm killing niggas like diabetes & cigarettes
Light brown skin, soul black as Henny
Steppin' over the game like the Kappa shimmy
A lotta rappers in this field can't practice with me
They some actors to me, but I got some James Cagney in me
"Smart Money", I be running for that
"A Public Enemy", you know they be gunning for that
So respect is still paid with no money from rap
And I'm paying you my mind, I'm 100 with that
I repeat that notion for slow niggas
Know where you are, then aim to grow bigger
Enterprising and rising is the mindstate I chase
Tryna inflate my credit more than the crime rate
They tried to keep us in the poverty
But I grew up playing plenty Monopoly
And I ain't got a house or a hotel
Just avoiding the promise of income from coke sales
I'm trying to birth to what the labels aborted
Weak niggas copied & drug dealers extorted
It's organic, that's why it's important
It's all pure, you would think it's imported
But it's far from contraband
Just the bars that I author in high demand
So when you play it, you might wanna weigh it
To verify I supply the grams
They really want me to stop, but I go regardless
And double up for the dollar like the golden arches
Keeping my soul strong for the foes that's God-less
Average is the average, the goal is flawless
It's something like a dream to be holding dollars
So I work with a golden collar, no problem
I work hard with the vision of a star
And that means, really, I wanna shine
So this is what I scribe as the plan to remember
The blueprint, the gamplan, this is the agenda...yeah...
The blueprint, the gameplan, this is the agenda, let's go...
The Balance...Money!
That's what we're after, huh?
They always told me...if you fail to plan...then you plan to fail...
And we here to win!
[Verse]
I spit it 'cuz I live it, I'mma get it & go
The brokest rapper you know, but I'm richer in soul
And I ain't never switch up, the grind just picked up
Now these groupies attempting to get my dick up
I ignore 'em and focus on recording
Way too committed for giving in to the whoring
Rather spend time building & exploring
Grown-ass man, but copying Lara Croft with it
I done worked for everything that I got
So I'm focused on the top, I'm trying to be a boss with it
No funds and I still paid the cost
If I get it, then I invest, I ain't tryna floss with it
It come & go like a new teen phase
And they tryna slow me down like a blue dream haze
But I survive with my grind & my intellect
I'm killing niggas like diabetes & cigarettes
Light brown skin, soul black as Henny
Steppin' over the game like the Kappa shimmy
A lotta rappers in this field can't practice with me
They some actors to me, but I got some James Cagney in me
"Smart Money", I be running for that
"A Public Enemy", you know they be gunning for that
So respect is still paid with no money from rap
And I'm paying you my mind, I'm 100 with that
I repeat that notion for slow niggas
Know where you are, then aim to grow bigger
Enterprising and rising is the mindstate I chase
Tryna inflate my credit more than the crime rate
They tried to keep us in the poverty
But I grew up playing plenty Monopoly
And I ain't got a house or a hotel
Just avoiding the promise of income from coke sales
I'm trying to birth to what the labels aborted
Weak niggas copied & drug dealers extorted
It's organic, that's why it's important
It's all pure, you would think it's imported
But it's far from contraband
Just the bars that I author in high demand
So when you play it, you might wanna weigh it
To verify I supply the grams
They really want me to stop, but I go regardless
And double up for the dollar like the golden arches
Keeping my soul strong for the foes that's God-less
Average is the average, the goal is flawless
It's something like a dream to be holding dollars
So I work with a golden collar, no problem
I work hard with the vision of a star
And that means, really, I wanna shine
So this is what I scribe as the plan to remember
The blueprint, the gamplan, this is the agenda...yeah...
The blueprint, the gameplan, this is the agenda, let's go...
( Lyriciss )
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