Balenci Runnas (feat. BigGav)
Love lost up in this music but I'm keeping it going
Put my heart up in this shit, now they see how I'm coming
Writing verses in my head, through your speakers I'm bumping
Put that forty in your face, it's gonna blow like a trumpet
Earn my stripes up in this shit, now I ball like I'm Drummond
Too many L's in my life, all the demons I summoned
Spent a bag on my drip, rocking Balenci Runnas
Take a trip up to Vegas, I ain't talking no Stunna
BigGav and Sixteen at the top, you know we getting paid
You know we never stop, just fighting through our ways
All the walls that we hopped, know we seen better days
But it's link until the end, the lifestyle we claimed
Growing up and grinding, shooting in them gymnasiums
Having big dreams, playing in them big stadiums
But now I'm rapping with crazy bars from my cranium
Thinking about the lifestyle that we always prayed upon
Life getting hard, and it's starting to get dangerous
Hoes talking crazy and they speaking different languages
Gon through some brothers, but they really never claiming
We proud of where we at, so there's really no shame in us
Love lost up in this music but I'm keeping it going
Put my heart up in this shit, now they see how I'm coming
Writing verses in my head, through your speakers I'm bumping
Put that forty in your face, it's gonna blow like a trumpet
Earn my stripes up in this shit, now I ball like I'm Drummond
Too many L's in my life, all the demons I summoned
Spend a bag on my drip, rocking Balenci Runnas
Take a trip up to Vegas, I ain't talking no Stunna
Like a glowstick had to break, just for you to see my shine
I got scars on my heart, but I'm fucking up my mind
Yea I flood my wrist with diamonds, now my watch be freezing time
Yea I hope that you feel me, I put pain up in these lines
Hope my Granny see me winning, I ain't seen her since '09
Now I'm getting to that bag, ball like Pippen in his prime
Yea I came up on my bag, all my life was filled with crime
But I chose a better path, had to get my head in line
So I hopped up in that booth, had a dollar and a dime
Yea I'm grinding to the top, I put passion in my rhymes
Yea I'm riding with my shawty, she my Bonnie, I'm her Clyde
Love lost up in this music but I'm keeping it going
Put my heart up in this shit, now they see how I'm coming
Writing verses in my head, through your speakers I'm bumping
Put that forty in your face, it's gonna blow like a trumpet
Earn my stripes up in this shit, now I ball like I'm Drummond
Too many L's in my life, all the demons I summoned
Spent a bag on my drip, rocking Balenci Runnas
Take a trip up to Vegas, I ain't talking no Stunna
Put my heart up in this shit, now they see how I'm coming
Writing verses in my head, through your speakers I'm bumping
Put that forty in your face, it's gonna blow like a trumpet
Earn my stripes up in this shit, now I ball like I'm Drummond
Too many L's in my life, all the demons I summoned
Spent a bag on my drip, rocking Balenci Runnas
Take a trip up to Vegas, I ain't talking no Stunna
BigGav and Sixteen at the top, you know we getting paid
You know we never stop, just fighting through our ways
All the walls that we hopped, know we seen better days
But it's link until the end, the lifestyle we claimed
Growing up and grinding, shooting in them gymnasiums
Having big dreams, playing in them big stadiums
But now I'm rapping with crazy bars from my cranium
Thinking about the lifestyle that we always prayed upon
Life getting hard, and it's starting to get dangerous
Hoes talking crazy and they speaking different languages
Gon through some brothers, but they really never claiming
We proud of where we at, so there's really no shame in us
Love lost up in this music but I'm keeping it going
Put my heart up in this shit, now they see how I'm coming
Writing verses in my head, through your speakers I'm bumping
Put that forty in your face, it's gonna blow like a trumpet
Earn my stripes up in this shit, now I ball like I'm Drummond
Too many L's in my life, all the demons I summoned
Spend a bag on my drip, rocking Balenci Runnas
Take a trip up to Vegas, I ain't talking no Stunna
Like a glowstick had to break, just for you to see my shine
I got scars on my heart, but I'm fucking up my mind
Yea I flood my wrist with diamonds, now my watch be freezing time
Yea I hope that you feel me, I put pain up in these lines
Hope my Granny see me winning, I ain't seen her since '09
Now I'm getting to that bag, ball like Pippen in his prime
Yea I came up on my bag, all my life was filled with crime
But I chose a better path, had to get my head in line
So I hopped up in that booth, had a dollar and a dime
Yea I'm grinding to the top, I put passion in my rhymes
Yea I'm riding with my shawty, she my Bonnie, I'm her Clyde
Love lost up in this music but I'm keeping it going
Put my heart up in this shit, now they see how I'm coming
Writing verses in my head, through your speakers I'm bumping
Put that forty in your face, it's gonna blow like a trumpet
Earn my stripes up in this shit, now I ball like I'm Drummond
Too many L's in my life, all the demons I summoned
Spent a bag on my drip, rocking Balenci Runnas
Take a trip up to Vegas, I ain't talking no Stunna
Credits
Writer(s): Twisted Sixteen
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