Baby Scale

Yeah, yeah (run tings rude boi) yeah

Baby Scale mean balance
The Gabby Douglas of rap
The conscious nigga that can teach on trap
The one that everybody saying sound like this or that
But more or less, number one when I piss on tracks
I'm here, got my hand up in a class full of dummies
It's funny, back then they ain't want me
Now they still dont want me
It's funny, I'm still in the race with your major label signees
So I don't need a TIP my attitude been on Tiny
You been origami, you been folding, filling your folders up
But still sleep I'm just scolding, my eyes is never shut
Shut the fuck up, I fuck up a cup, I fuck up a check
And if you fuck with me then you know who that I'm fucking up next

Yo, the best new nigga just clocked in cha-ching
Nine out of ten new rappers doo doo rappers
They say lyrics ain't cool nomore I'm like sheesh
I guess after this shit drop I might peace
Deuces up with a deuce-deuce in my boot
I'll never call it truce, I boom boom and then reply oops
I play the flute while you play your position
If your position is snake, I'll know when the playing finished
I know when the aim is different
I been shooting for stars
You just shooting for the money
I'm aiming to hit the hearts, flatline
I'm here to straighten all these rappers up, flat iron
They counted me out before we even hit halftime

Ha, run that shit from the top
Fuck they talkin' 'bout, DC get low (kill Moe) get me right
Gleetchie, shit bag shawty and all that there mane
Cleanside's finest, turn the music up
Thirty thousands dollars, been had it, been snatching, been crabbin'
Go, go, go, go, go (fuck what you talkin' 'bout)
Go, go, go, go, go (fuck what you talkin' 'bout)

I got the shotty mouth
I gotta chalk 'em out
I get my nigga Gleesh
He gonna stomp em out
Used to like love and peace
I like destruction now
I was in love wit her
We just be fucking now
Say you got work but I guess it ain't working now
Say you got plugs, well I guess that the circuit out
I just be telling the truth, fuck the purpin' out
Any you niggas want beef then I'm servin' out steak
Free smoke, free smoke
Aye
Repo repo
Aye
They take yo chain, take yo watch, take your car
Take house
And yo hoe, aye
Where I'm from they don't play, yea
Hit a lick 'round the way, yea
They rob ya momma, kill yo mans, shop at Costco all the same day
That's the mentality
Them niggas be wilding out
And that shit is sad to me
That's just reality
So that's why I don't give a fuck if a rap nigga mad at me
I shed a tear and I blame it on allergies
Mama just died and I claim it don't damage me
Meanwhile emotions is breaking the man in me
Try to throw shade and I'm breaking your canopy
I'm best rapper where I'm from nigga
Far as I'm concerned nobody better
Fuck yo analytics, fuck a stream
Fuck your team
I can walk a balance beam while I sing
Juggle, spit a sixteen and be humble
Struggled twenty-fifteen now I'm leveled
Even at the top level, I don't settle
Working off the late night, Jimmy Kimmel
Just to be on Jimmy Kimmel

I'm tryna put everybody on
But I gotta put on myself first
I gotta give up my self worth
I gotta filter the love and thirst
Niggas be thinking the love is real
You gotta pop twenty Xanny pills
Just to probably know how a nigga feels
I don't feel shit if yo ass is an enemy
Free flock, screaming "STP, rest in peace"
Falling off nigga, that be the death of me
Everyone can get it, everyone's a critic
When you this high, everyone's one a midget
Twenty-ten, yeah, J. Cole said it
Mama lookin' down, praying for a nigga
Next thirty days Jay gone get it
Gone