Balcony Thoughts

Money right, fam good

Now it's time to boss it all up, yeah, that plan good

Taking losses, trying to keep my mans good

Could've knocked me down, but tall how a **** stood

I could've just complained and been a broke ****

But I kept my head up and stayed afloat, ****

You broke but rocking ice, you a joke, ****

One time I had to sell my watch and cop coke wit' it

Shit, I can't complain

All my losses really was a gain

It come with da game

I just ran it up and bought a chain with the extra change

**** blew they bag on nothing bitches and impressing lames

I stayed in my lane, found my path, stayed up out the way

Told **** not today

I can't hang wit' you, nah, I gotta get a knot today

Why the ones that don't add a little got a lot to say?

Yeah, I'm richer than I ever been

To get some shit I never had, I did some shit I never did

Went in ghost mode, got recharged, now I'm going in

Bitches had pandemic babies 'cause his bread was flowing then

Broke up wit' the **** 'cause it's gone and he broke again

Tell him put my music on and do his best to soak it in

Lined up in valet in Bentleys, Range Rovers, Benz

Carats all over him, it's hard not to notice him

Streets got him shell-shocked, be careful when approaching him

Kept a presidential since a kid, they should vote for him

If he can't choose between the two, he buying both of 'em

Times changed, he used to ride the bus, now they chauffeur him

Yeah, **** feeling dumb as fuck

We don't run from shit, we just run it up

**** feeling dumb as fuck

We don't run from shit, ****

I rather be rich and nameless then be broke and famous

I just left the jeweler, upgraded from the stainless

Bosses who I hang with, we be on the same shit

Being broke ain't gang shit

****, that's some lame shit

He ain't never bust down yo wrist? What a shame, bitch

Paid my dues to this shit and told 'em keep the change, bitch

Rap was on the side, Caine flips was my main dish

She can see my wrist glow, threw her Celine shades tent

Yeah, I'm getting money, what you doing, ****?

Get some money and stop fucking with them stupid ****

That's how yo life end up ruined, ****

Never slow down for folks, keep it moving, ****

It hurt but it's the truth, though

She said it's something 'bout me, it's the coupe, ho

Yeah, it's the coupe, ho

Press a button where the roof go

Mama will tell you I ain't playing

Fuck impressing y'all, my fam know how shit laying

Taking care of grown ass men, that shit draining

Especially when they ungrateful ass still complaining

I put that energy into myself

Been getting money, now I'm focused on the wealth

Go and get ya boss or I can hit him up myself

All that extra shit let me know you **** help