Balance ft. LoveSamon

Don't come at me with cap or you a talker or a walker

Don't come near unless you got some peace of bread to offer

We was sharing piece of bread like churches used to offer

Now it's marijuana loaded pistols at my altar

Oh, it's hella different how I came up in the dirt

Don't mean that metaphorically, we played all in the dirt

Ashy knees and dirty tees, we did them Goodwill clothes the worst

Now it's bloody tees, these teens will put you on a shirt

This shit a curse

They love that doot doot doot doot doot doot sound like drummin

Hope he miss his shots or bro rebound like Andre Drummond

But if the boy survive, he bout to slide