New Balances

Is it good or bad, wrong or right sh-?
Folarin II, yeah
We still in a m- pandemic

Look, they ain't want me here f- 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 h- n- looking 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 p-, sweet like Pepsi Cola
I play but I got no toy, she need flavor, I'm no Lacroix
IRS keep calling, count my racks I don't record it
Fame ain't like you know, pay these taxes and these lawyers, yeah
N- this Prada from 26, desire for money is something else
Phylicia Rashad is a lucky woman
It's all working with the funny bills
Authentic, never counterfeit, count it up 'til it's calluses
OG's flipping 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, and the Feds all over, right?)
(The main idea is to stop killing each other man, and come together)

They don't like it but f- 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 reup, you gotta relax
I gotta be classy I've been dissing I've been chilling, don't ask me
How I'm feeling, I'm as good as I'm gon' be
Check yo' senses, n- won't even see me, trying to be nosy

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 sh-can get O.D
So I'm looking at the game funny like I'm in a nose bleed

I'm a leader, a man
You trick with b- that'll feed me in bed
It's different n-, I can speak to they soul
The p- wetter when it ain't for a bag
But how would you know? We stuck to the code
I ain't switching, I be good when it's slow
Y'all 'on't hear me when the numbers is low
You make hit, a n- 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 n- want you down with them
Yeah, yeah, pray for them they embarassing
I stayed loyal like an 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



Credits
Writer(s): Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Miles Franklin, Douglas Mcgill Cooper
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link