Balance (Explicit)

Balance (Explicit) - Icewear Vezzo/Big Sean

Lyrics by：Sean Michael Anderson/Chivez Smith/Damien Aubrey/Regis Bell

Composed by：Sean Michael Anderson/Chivez Smith/Damien Aubrey/Regis Bell

Swerve swerve

When you say I miss you

I don't believe that b***h 'cause I got trust issues

On God

Godd**nit

Dupri

Godd**n

Yeah we still balanced yeah whoa

Lot of n***as fallin' off

We still balanced

Let it hit yeah

I bet they feel that s**t

Feel it

I talk my s**t but bet that I back it

And I can't trust a f**kin' thing you tellin' me

No way

I done been through everything except a wedding ring

Yeah yeah

Had to block my old b***h

Yeah she dead to me

Dead to me

Bein' on is my motherf**kin' destiny

Yeah drank God

Burner on my waist yeah this b***h oven yeah

Shawty seen my wrist bet this b***h ****in' yeah

I been turnin' up for like six summers what

Type of n***a shoot the club

Up 'it I hit somethin' uh

These n***as virgins

They ain't hittin' nothin'

They ain't hittin' nothin'

I just got a squirter with a big onion

Big onion

Spend another birdie now my wrist flooded dancer

RIP my n***a Loki that's my big cousin uh

Should've put your jeweler in a casket

In a casket

I just bought another Cuban

I'm a savage uh I'm a savage

B***h I'm a boss I ain't average nah

A lot of n***as fallin' off

We still balanced n***a

Yeah we still balanced

Yeah

Lot of n***as fallin' off

We still balanced

Let it hit yeah I bet they feel that s**t

Feel it

I talk my s**t but bet that I back it

And I can't trust a f**kin' thing you tellin' me

No way

I done been through everything except a wedding ring

Yeah yeah

Had to block my old b***h yeah she dead to me

Dead to me

Bein' on is my motherf**kin' destiny yeah

I can't trust a f**kin' thing you tellin' me

No way

I done been through everything except a wedding ring

Yeah yeah

Almost everybody in this b***h got felonies godd**n

I just thank my God that

All these blessings fell on me

Right on me

Man f**k a father figure

I want eight figures eight

Why you hatin' bitter hatin'

I'm the type to lay the plate down

And be great with you

I ain't stingy for real

I split up the mils like they

All done said the grace with us look

Thank you dear heavenly father

It feel good to be home

It feel good to be back on

All my business is black-owned

Sean Don Carly Corleone

I done been through all that

Drama that you put inside your songs

Look I took the setback step back

Then step back up now we on whoa

We still balanced yeah whoa

Lot of n***as fallin' off we still balanced

Let it hit yeah I bet they feel that s**t

Feel it

I talk my s**t but bet that I back it

And I can't trust a f***in

Thing you tellin' me no way

I done been through everything

Except a wedding ring

Yeah yeah

Had to block my old b***h

Yeah she dead to me

Dead to me

Bein' on is my motherf**kin' destiny yeah

If he ain't with the team he get picked off

Drank God finna change my name to

Big sauce ayy

N***as lookin' sick that

I'm gettin' off

Got the brain just to see what the b***h thought

Made it off the 6 and

I did this s**t historically yeah

The OG's passed the torch to me

Yeah alley-oop off the board to me whoa

And I still support the crib

Even the ones that's not supporting me still

Turned up no distorting me

Ain't wanna go off but they forcing me drank God

Ayy right on I got that pipe on

I put that ice on so bright

Holmes look like the lights on

I took your wife home

She bite down just like she Tyson

Them icy whites on

Them white horns lookin' like white foams n***a

Drank God

Uh

Yeah

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