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6LACK – Balenciaga Challenge Lyrics




[Intro]
Listen, okay? Let me just say this: if a nigga wanna fuck with me, he gon’ fuck with all of me, he ain’t gon’ fuck with me sometimes, he gon’ fuck with me all motherfucking time, period
I ain’t going for none of that bullshit. You know, these niggas be out here tryna play mind games this shit with a bitch like “I ain’t got time for that!”, you know what I’m saying? I ain’t got time for that? Niggas like the only one that’s getting money too, like, bitches is getting money too, nigga. My time is money, nigga. Don’t waste my time, nigga

[Verse 1: 6LACK & Offset]
I am not like these niggas, I be pinning ceiling in the cut (woo)
That mean no chillin’ and then cut (woo)
Made a million in a cut (woo!)
I’m Balenciaga challenge
Tryna find my balance
Offset with a bag
That mean I ain’t out slack (woo)
My melodies cutting from everything I came from
They talking to God, everything I got, came from him
Ain’t no fatigue in my blood
It’s just a lot of weed in my blood
Had to finish
Keep running your mouth like academics
It’s a everyday struggle
But I still remain humble
We can go paint all that
But you know ain’t all that, yeah
(Ay, ay, ay, yeah, ay)

[Chorus: 6LACK]
I pick all the pace of the pace
I can’t ever take a break (nigga, break)
Then I brought my trouble where I stay
So I cannot run away (yeah)
I pick all the pace of the pace
I can’t ever take a break (nigga, break)
Then I brought my trouble where I stay
So I cannot run away

[Verse 2: Offset]
800 racks in my safe (racks)
Used to have dope in the base (dope)
Nigga, I’m a north side native (north)
I was never understood, they hated (no)
Grow dope with the wolves with the slave (wolves)
Cause the P got shot in [?] (pow)
I had case after cases (case)
I never switched up, cause I’m gangsta (rah)
These diamonds [?] (rah)
I wore diamonds and [?] cause we ancient (ancient)
She wanna expose me, she anxious (expose)
Had to call up my bro, I’m some lame shit
It keep burning my soul that he lies with (girl)
The rings of trophy on banquette (yeah)
[?] I can’t quit
Gotta bust that Patek like a plane bitch
Had ’em bust that bitch, what her name is
And my GO with the gang is
You that we on, that’s dangerous
I’m having thoughts
I’m not gonna [?] my mind is cautious
I had a heart to grow my [?] now I’m heartless (heartless, hey)
I move [?] modern Colossus

[Chorus: 6LACK]
I pick all the pace of the pace
I can’t ever take a break
Then I brought my trouble where I stay
So I cannot run away (yeah)
I pick all the pace of the pace
I can’t ever take a break
Then I brought my troubles where I stay
So I cannot run away




Jay IDK – Baby Scale




[Verse 1: IDK]
Baby Scale mean balance
The Gabby Douglas of rap
The conscience 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, its 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’m 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
I play the flute while you play your position
If your position is snake, I 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

[Interlude: IDK & Yung Gleesh]
HA! Run that shit from the top
Fuck they talkin bout. Ay Lo (kill moe) get me right
Gleetchie, shit bag shawty and all that there mane
Cleansides finest, turn the music up
30 thousands dollars, been had it, been snatching, been crabbing
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
Fuck what you talkin bout
Fuck what you talkin bout
Fuck what you talkin bout
Fuck what you talkin bout

[Verse 2]
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 (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 around the way (Yea)
They rob ya momma, kill yo mans, shop at Costco all the same day
That’s the mentality
Them niggas be wildin’ out
That shit is sad to me
But that’s the 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
NOOOO body better
Fuck yo analytics
Fuck a stream, fuck a team
I can walk a balance beam while I sing
Juggle, spit a 16 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’m 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 20 Xanny pills
Just to probably know how a nigga feels
I don’t feel shit
If yo ass ain’t a friend to me
Free flock, screaming STP
Rest In Peace
Falling off nigga that be the death of me
Everyone can get it, everyone a critic
When you this high, everyone one a midget
2010 yea, J. Cole said it
Mama lookin’ down, praying for a nigga
Next 30 days, Jay gone get it
Gone


Ginjah – People We Love Lyrics


(Chorus)
A people wi love a nuh things
A people wi love a nuh things
Love fi kill you over car and rims
People wi love a nuh things

People wi love a nuh things
A people wi love a nuh things

(Verse 1)
The bwoy dem badmind Tego and Lerich
Wi love people all when we rich
We naw itch
If Johncrow bad tell it fly down and pitch

Nough bwoy put things over Mama
Diss dem baby Momma true the Beemer
Hi better dem simma
Seems like dem get dumber and dumber
Vanity you waan kill mi over
But wait till the rain over
Bad weather, bad weather
You nuh si seh dem life a get dimmer and dimmer

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Me and mi brethren a come from far
But true mi go lean pon him car
Waan big bit a war
Mi find that so bizarre
You too vanity minded yea
A vanity dem blind wid yeah
Dem brains deh pon sided
A satan dem a side wid

GO easy, go easy
Wi a come from far inna one big family

Go easy, go easy
Salvation lost, vanity shall fade away

(Repeat Chorus)