Baby Scale (with Yung Gleesh) - IDK, Yung Gleesh

Look, let’s cut the bullshit, alright?

If you can hang, fine, if you can’t, pshh

Let’s not pretend anymore

(Yeah yeah yeah) Yeah, yeah

(R-r-r-run tings rude boy) Yeah, uhh

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 don’t want me

It’s funny, I’m still in the race with your major label signee

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 (you)

The best new nigga just clocked in, ching-ching

Nine out of ten new rappers, doo-doo rappers

They say lyrics ain’t cool no more, I’m like «Sheesh

I guess after this shit drop, I might peace» (Bye)

Deuces up with a deuce-deuce in my boot

I’ll never call it truce, I boom boom and then reply, oops (My bad)

I play the flute while you play your position

If your position is snake, I know when the playing’s finished

I know when the aim is different, I been shooting for stars

You just shooting for the money, I’m aiming to hit they 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?

Aye Lo (kill Moe) yeah we might

Gleeshie, shit bag shawty and all that there mane

Cleanside’s finest, turn the music up

30 thousand dollars, been had it, been snatching, been crabbing

You know what I mean?

Cleanside

Go, hard, go, hard, go, hard, go, hard (fuck what you talkin bout?)

Go, hard, go, hard, go, hard, go, hard (fuck what you talkin bout?)

Go, hard, go, hard, go, hard, go, hard (fuck what you talkin bout?)

Go, hard, go, hard, go, hard, go, hard

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

Use 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, ayy

Repo, repo, ayy

They take your chain, take your watch

Take your car, take your house, and your hoe, ayy

Where I’m from they don’t play, yuh

Hit a lick 'round the way, yuh

They rob ya, momma, kill yo mans

Shop at Costco all the same day

That’s the mentality

Them niggas be wildin' 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 the best rapper where I’m from, nigga

Far as I’m concerned, nobody better

Fuck your analytics, fuck a stream

Fuck your team, I can walk a balance beam

When I sing, juggle, spit a sixteen and be humble

Struggled 2015 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 get 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 your 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

2010 yeah, J. Cole said it

Mama lookin' down, praying for a nigga

Next 30 days, Jay gon' get it, gone