Testo Equilibrium - Lyrical Lemonade feat. BabyTron & G Herbo
Testo della canzone Equilibrium (Lyrical Lemonade feat. BabyTron & G Herbo), tratta dall'album All Is Yellow
Yeah, yeah, G Herbo
What's the deal, Herb'?
Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam
Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium
I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billi's come
What area I'm from? Bitch, 51
Quarter after quarter, stuffin' 'Woods, I got hippy lungs
Swervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digit jumped
Sick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up
Sick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot
You ain't got a whip, what's in my pocket, could've bought a Civic
You ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics
Same motherfuckers try to shoot the ball and miss it
High as hell, I turn the TV on and let it watch me
Me, myself and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three
Blessing after blessing, can't rush Godspeed
How you call yourself the G.O.A.T.? Bitch, stop, please
How you call yourself the G.O.A.T., but you not me?
Spot like H&M, fiends pull up just to cop jeans
M30's, they'll turn to zombies when they pop Ps
Herbo in some brand-new Fazos, shit, you know my Crocs clean (clean)
(Swervo)
Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam
Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium
I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billis come
We don't talk to cops, we don't cop pleas
Soon as we hit they block, it's already cocked, squeeze
I don't fuck with rats 'cause I got a lot of cheese
Way I stunt, I don't care 'bout what she want, I'm what a bitch need
Billion dollar mouth, I'm smokin' Runtz, so that's a K a blunt
Switch out hoes and give 'em what they want, that's $50K a month
If you know me, I'm a humble beast, so it's okay to stunt
At 18, I had a hundred pounds, so it's okay to front
I rose from the mud, now I'm rich
Yeah, I'm lit, bitch, but if this shit go bad, is you gon' switch?
It was a blood bath, now I rock blood diamonds, we legit
And my lil' blood bad, all he want is a big ol' bag and another switch
Half a million, that's my kit, gotta protect my ice, but I been totin' pipes since I was a jit
So they really don't mean shit
And I'm a suspect to a vic', ain't no respect for a snitch
Raise the scoreboard, we down bad, just up that and it's an upset
I hate when niggas be talkin' on the 'net like he gon' step but can't even walk
Can't give him a thought, ain't even a threat
He tried to run, you know we hopped him
White chalk, you know we caught him
3D, you know we saw him, Friday the 13th, know it's Autumn!, ayy (G Herbo)
Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam
Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium
I'm just chillin' with my millis, waitin' 'til the billis come (Billis come)
Gotta be alone
Walkin' solo with my chrome on my way home
Days, weeks, feelin' weak, had to stay strong
Facin' trauma on my own, baby, how you say I'm wrong?
Money always on my phone, baby, I can't stay, I'm gone
Left the streets, but I put all my pain inside my songs
You know what I'm on
Credits
Writer(s): Herbert Randall Wright, James Edward Johnson, Cole Bennett, Marvin Jordan, Carlton Mcdowell, Daniyel Weissman
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