Balance Is Key - Equanimous & Kaya Project

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Woo Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, woo Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, bitch, my life is great, uh Diamonds frosted flakes, yeah Young nigga go ape Go bananas on my case, yeah (Fire) You might die today (Yeah) Nigga, that's God's plan, that's not Drake's, yeah Getting too much cake I need three or four more safes, yeah (Racks) Woo, young nigga brought out them blues (Yeah) Flexing on you and your crew (Yeah) Fuck her then give her the boot (Bitch) I gotta go, gotta move (I gotta) I'm a real smooth lil' dude (Smooth) Balenci runners, you fool (Yeah) Don't feel like tyin' my shoes (Nah), yeah Bitch I drip-drop swag, yeah (Drop) I got big big racks, yeah (Racks) Don't even check tags, yeah (I don't check) So much cash, I brag (So much, so much) Don't care 'bout my past, yeah (I don't care) Leave it where it's at, yeah You keep gettin' mad, yeah I keep gettin' racks, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, bitch, my life is great, uh Diamonds frosted flakes, yeah Young nigga go ape Go bananas on my case, yeah (Fire) You might die today (Yeah) Nigga, that's God's plan, that's not Drake's, yeah Getting too much cake I need three or four more safes, yeah (Racks) I'm getting too much cake (I'm getting too much) But I want some more And I dropped that "Russian Cream" because I want all smoke And you can come and ask your ho, she gon' tell you I'm dope (Glizzock) Freshest young nigga livin'g yeah you already know, uh Bitch my life is great, no time for fake, no time to play, uh Bitch I'm gettin' this cake while you just hate, stay in your place, uh Backwood to the face, my heart start race, this blunt feel laced, yeah Pull up with the K and let it cop like "A Bay Bay," yeah Came from out the mud, now they bookin' me at clubs, yeah Chilling with my thugs, on stage with them pistols tucked, uh Play, you know what's up, flip a nigga, bitch, we young and buck Pull up in that: What the fuck? They like: This a car or truck? Bitch, my life is great, uh Diamonds frosted flakes, yeah Young nigga go ape Go bananas on my case, yeah (Fire) You might die today (Yeah) Nigga, that's God's plan, that's not Drake's, yeah Gettin' too much cake I need three or four more safes, yeah (Racks)

G-L-O-C-K G-L-O-C-K, ayy The fuck? Paper Route business, Taliban I pledge allegiance to the streets, all I know is trap I'm Emmett Smith with the pack, watch me run it back Two black straps, let 'em fly, Jill and Jack All I do is stack, rack after rack Okay, okay South Memphis you know where I'm from Got choppers just like Vietnam I feel like I'm Rocko the Don I'm ballin' just like no tomorrow I might buy a gold Audemar Your shit out the middle of the mall Where the Visine that I bought? Like Shaggy I'm ridin' with my dog Kick in your trap like kung fu Finesse you and chunk up the deuce All this blue, I play for Duke My pockets fat like Bruce Bruce I'm ballin' hard, fourth quarter I just fucked somebody's daughter Call up the plug, make an order If we don't agree, I extort him I got them P's on the way I brought out my racks today Nigga this shit not a game You play, you get shot with two K's Ride with this shit like I'm Cain Mask off and I got the flame I'm a big dog, Great Dane Glock, I bet your bitch know the name I'm just a young rich nigga, shit all I do is trap I'm Emmett Smith with the pack, watch me run it back Two black straps, let 'em fly, Jill and Jack All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack Put his brains on a pavement I call the shots like Tom Brady Choppers and Glocks like the navy Dodgin' these hoes like The Matrix Guttin' your bitch like I'm Jason Slavin' your ho while you savin' her Damn bro where your cape at, huh? This gas so loud, man I can't hear nothin' Spent six figures on guns Damn near a million on drugs Forgis sit up like some dubs Foreign clothes I'm still a thug I feel like three-six, where the bud at? Tommy gun act like a Rugrat Ice on my neck, your bitch love that Smokin' Backwoods 'til my lungs black My chopper kickin' like FIFA I'm ballin', I need an arena Come get your bitch off my penis She suck me clean, algae eater I got more stripes than a bengal I got more stripes than a zebra Somebody please call Adidas And tell 'em to sponsor Glock Season I'm just a young rich nigga, shit all I do is trap I'm Emmett Smith with the pack, watch me run it back Two black straps, let 'em fly, Jill and Jack All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack The fuck? Ayy, ayy G-L-O-C-K