New Balances Wale
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[Intro]
Is it good or bad, wrong or right shit?
Folarin II, yeah
We still in a motherfuckin' pandemic, nigga
[Verse 1]
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 ho niggas lookin’ Glass Joe
It's a hole in my heart from my last ho
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 got 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 all 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
[Interlude]
That's why the city always feels like a trap
We might need to [?] and everything
When we come together like a, like a [?] Feds all over, right?
The main idea is to stop killin each other man, and come together
Is it good or bad, wrong or right shit?
Folarin II, yeah
We still in a motherfuckin' pandemic, nigga
[Verse 1]
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 ho niggas lookin’ Glass Joe
It's a hole in my heart from my last ho
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 got 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 all 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
[Interlude]
That's why the city always feels like a trap
We might need to [?] and everything
When we come together like a, like a [?] Feds all over, right?
The main idea is to stop killin each other man, and come together
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