Icewear Vezzo, Big Sean - Balance lyrics

Swerve, swerve when you say, "I miss you"
I don't believe that bitch 'cause
I got trust issues (Drank God)
Goddamnit, Dupri goddamn

Yeah, we still balanced, yeah (Whoa)
Lot of niggas fallin' off, we still balanced
Let it hit, yeah, I bet they feel that shit
(Feel it)
I talk my shit but bet that I back it
(Back, back) and I can't trust a fuckin'
Thing you tellin' me (No way)
I done been through everything
Except a wedding ring (yeah yeah)
Had to block my old bitch, yeah
She dead to me (Dead to me)
Bein' on is my motherfuckin' destiny
(yeah, Drank God)

Burner on my waist, yeah, this bitch oven
Yeah


Shawty seen my wrist, bet this bitch fuckin'
(yeah)
I been turnin' up for like six summers
(What?) type of nigga shoot the club
Up 'it I hit somethin', uh
These niggas virgins
They ain't hittin' nothin'
(They ain't hittin' nothin')
I just got a squirter with a big onion
(Big onion)
Spend another birdie, now my wrist flooded
(Dancer)
RIP my nigga Loki, that's my big cousin, uh
Should've put your jeweler in a casket
(In a casket)
I just bought another Cuban, I'm a savage, uh
(I'm a savage)
Bitch, I'm a boss, I ain't average (Nah)
A lot of niggas fallin'
Off, we still balanced, nigga

Yeah, we still balanced, yeah (Whoa)
Lot of niggas fallin' off, we still balanced
Let it hit, yeah, I bet they feel that shit
(Feel it)
I talk my shit but bet that I back it
(Back, back) and I can't trust a fuckin'
Thing you tellin' me (No way)
I done been through everything
Except a wedding ring (yeah yeah)
Had to block my old bitch, yeah
She dead to me (Dead to me)
Bein' on is my motherfuckin' destiny (yeah)

I can't trust a fuckin' thing you tellin' me
(No way) i done been through everything
Except a wedding ring (yeah yeah)
Almost everybody in this bitch got felonies
(Goddamn) i just thank my God that all
These blessings fell on me (Right on me)
Man, fuck a father figure
I want eight figures (Eight)
Why you hatin', bitter? (Hatin')
I'm the type to lay the plate
Down and be great with you (Great)
I ain't stingy for real
I split up the mils like they all
Done said the grace with us, look
(Thank you Dear Heavenly Father
Let's all eat) it feel good to be home
It feel good to be back on
All my business is black-owned
Sean Don Carti Corleone
I done been through all that drama
That you put inside your songs
Look, I took the setback, step back, then
Step back up, now we on, whoa

We still balanced, yeah (Whoa)
Lot of niggas fallin' off, we still balanced
Let it hit, yeah, I bet they feel that shit
(Feel it)
I talk my shit but bet that I back it
(Back, back) and I can't trust a fuckin'
Thing you tellin' me (No way)
I done been through everything
Except a wedding ring (yeah yeah)
Had to block my old bitch, yeah
She dead to me (Dead to me)
Bein' on is my motherfuckin' destiny (yeah)

If he ain't with the team, he get picked off
Drank God, finna change my name to Big Sauce
Ayy niggas lookin' sick that I'm gettin' off
Got the brain just to see
What the bitch thought

Made it off the 6 and
I did this shit historically (yeah)
The OG's passed the torch to me
Yeah, alley oop off the board to me (Whoa)
And I still support the crib
Even the ones that's not supporting me
(Still) turned up, no distorting me
Ain't wanna go off but they forcing me
Drank God

Ayy, right on, I got that pipe on
I put that ice on, so bright, holmes
Look like the lights on
I took your wife home, she bite down
Just like she Tyson
Them icy whites on, them white
Horns lookin' like white foams, nigga
Drank God uh
Yeah what?