BALANCE Overpade

[Intro]
Fuck
And blew hate at me like fans
You blew hate at me like fans, that's not—
Yeah
Uh

[Verse 1]
C’est la vie, rolling up two grams (Yeah)
Back when they smokin' up some Smarties and blew hate at me like fans
I was mad (Yeah)
I put my fucking foot up on the gas
And I crashed like kids hyped off the sugar on the pan
Would've been a space inside a grave (Yeah)
Would've been a painting on the pavement, I guessed I saved it (What?)
Man, I come from flooded basemеnts and bank statements
I said I'd work until I'm famous and keep banging (Boom, boom)
But now I'm not evеn there
I hibernate like a bear
Rap niggas tryna spit in my ear
Couldn't make me feel a bit of a fear
My parents either dead to me or they living up there
In New York, where life's cold, stale, bitter, and fair
Anyone can get some money if you willing to spare
A life
I steal souls with the edge of a knife
I poke holes in a bed of your lies
I'll make you lie in a—