Balance - Hardo, FTR Drama

I point that chopper right at all yall

And my niggas ball hard like we all stars

All my niggas 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

(Hardo Hook)

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

(FTR Drama Verse)

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 nigga hit just like I’m Adolf

Better be like Migo nigga 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

(Hardo Hook)

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

(Hardo Verse)

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

(FTR Drama Verse)

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 nigga 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 nigga got fried

Yea the day that he ratted the nigga shoulda just died

(Hardo Hook)

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