[Verse 1: Hardo]
I point that chopper right at all yall
And my n***as ball hard like we all stars
All my n***as pushing foreigns, them is our cars
And I'm in the hotel, it ain't our stars
It's just 3 of those, 50 thousand for a key of those
2400 for a P of those
I'll pop a Skittle like some minerals
I'm baking cakes up like they dinner rolls
Bitch, I got principles
You gone work, you wanna fuck with me
You ain't gon lay up living luxury
Got instagram hoes for company
I can get you killed because of me
Can get you touched for free
But both my chains took twenty thou a piece

[Hook 1: Hardo]
I know I failed on some plans but ain't have intentions to lie
Wasn't looking for static I swear girl you was a vibe
But these streets got me damaged, Still got my stick in my ride
Grab a scale tryna balance, girl all my love in these pies
Yea, Yea, Just tryna balance it
All my love yea, Just tryna balance it
All these drugs yea, Just tryna balance it
All this thugging, Just tryna balance it
[Verse 2: FTR Drama]
In that Bentley, We at Benny wit it
Two choppers in a Jitney wit it
Fiend from Southpark, ain't no Kenny wit it
In your hood I got that Chicky in it
We gon do you like you Ricky in it
My block It make 60 minutes
Hustle Grand like I'm Iggy wit it
On the Block like im Timmy wit it
Spur we gotta keep it tinted
Cuz the 5-0 on my back just like I'm Dave Rob
And I get a n***a hit just like I'm Adolf
Better be like Migo n***a and take off
Had to hustle hard I couldn't take off
Whip a block a coke and watch it break off
You take a L, you goin home cuz it's the playoffs

[Hook 2: Hardo]
I know I failed on some plans but ain't have intentions to lie
Wasn't looking for static I swear girl you was a vibe
But these streets got me damaged, Still got my stick in my ride
Grab a scale tryna balance, girl all my love in these pies
Yea, Yea, Just tryna balance it
All my love yea, Just tryna balance it
All these drugs yea, Just tryna balance it
All this thugging, Just tryna balance it
(Verse 3: Hardo)
Girl I woke up this morning so I could weigh a brick
And I know you getting tired of it but ain't saying shit
Even though it's in private but our relationship
Is on rocks how i'm sliding and I can't change the shit
If they come in and find it, I can't erase the shit
So if you leave you decided, I can't even blame you bitch
I put rocks on your finger, I tried to get you rich
Though I'm married to the streets, just like it you might switch

(Verse 4: FTR Drama)
Yea, and you know I'm riding with this hammer
And this arm and hammer
Hope the judge dont hit me with a hammer
Send me to the slammer
Babies and no pampers, Pray to god I dont hurt my Grandma
I'm just a real n***a with all intentions to ride
I ain't chasing no bitch cuz I got too much pride
He got caught with a chicken and then that n***a got fried
Yea the day that he ratted the n***a shoulda just died

[Hook 3: Hardo]
I know I failed on some plans but ain't have intentions to lie
Wasn't looking for static I swear girl you was a vibe
But these streets got me damaged, Still got my stick in my ride
Grab a scale tryna balance, girl all my love in these pies
Yea, Yea, Just tryna balance it
All my love yea, Just tryna balance it
All these drugs yea, Just tryna balance it
All this thugging, Just tryna balance it
Yea, Yea, Yea