Tales of the Scale

(Aye Tana, Fye That Shit Up)

I got this shit out of scale, don't do no scam
If I front the pack, I tax it like I'm Uncle Sam
If I spend a block, they say my name like I'm Beyoncé
Just made a brick, and I propose like a fiancé
Asked her what she into, she said trap, don't do lunch dates
She never off, she serving fiends on they lunch break
One snout, he'll clean the plate, like a entrée
Send it out on Friday, so the box landing Monday
Triple C, move coccinea bitch, I ain't no gunplay
That lil shit that you signed for, I made that shit off one play
Comme des Garçons, bitch, still don't have a heart
Just weighing bags and counting cash, bitch, just play your part
Carry a box to Nicolas Cage, gone in 60 seconds
All these niggas snitching, Danny Glover, lethal weapon
You just suspect, don't fuck with victims, So I keep it stepping
Signed to the scale, don't need no helping hand
Rap, but out in trouble, get perspective from a middle man
I got a four, so my question is, what drought?
Soon as I land, I cash out soon as the crop out
Take that shit to trial, Mr. Big, Ain't no cop out
Been had the spot, look like I moved in 'cause it boxed out
I put this stick down, put these hands on, you get boxed out
That show no love, get you killed or get you crossed out
Quarter came plain, I hit wife and pick the ice out
You the type to get your bag and just please these hoes
I'm the type to make the profit off P's and O's
New persona piece, bitch, and it came white gold
Ten on ten, flawless diamond, mouth can't stay closed

It's LoLife
Motherfuckin' Blacc
Signed to the scale, nigga
Let's get it
(Aye Tana, Fye That Shit Up)