New Balances Wale

[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