Jay IDK – Baby Scale

Mama lookin’ down, praying for a nigga
Next 30 days, Jay gone get it
You been folding, filling your folders up
If yo ass ain’t a friend to me
Try to throw shade and I’m breaking your canopy
Niggas be thinking the love is real
I’m tryna put everybody on
Deuces up with a deuce-deuce in my boot
I gotta give up my self-worth
So that’s why I don’t give a fuck if a rap nigga mad at me
I was in love wit her, we just be fucking now
[Interlude: IDK & Yung Gleesh]
Where I’m from they don’t play (Yea)
I guess after this shit drop I’m might peace (Bye)
Fuck what you talkin bout
The one that everybody saying sound like this or that
I’ll never call it truce, I boom boom and then reply oops
I know when the aim is different
Hit a lick around the way (Yea)
But that’s the reality
Far as I’m concerned
Any you niggas want beef then I’m servin’ out
I’m still in the race with your major label signee
Repo, repo (Aye)
If your position is snake, I know when the playing finished
Shut the fuck up, I fuck up a cup, I fuck up a check
They counted me out before we even hit halftime
Now they still don’t want me, its funny
Falling off nigga that be the death of me
I’m here, got my hand up in a class full of dummies
Just to be on Jimmy Kimmel
Even at the top level, I don’t settle
They take yo chain, take yo watch, take your car take house and yo hoe (Aye)
I can walk a balance beam while I sing
Say you got work but I guess it ain’t working now
Free flock, screaming STP
But more or less, number one when I piss on tracks
Struggled 2015, now I’m leveled
You been origami
But still sleep I’m just scolding my eyes is never shut
Everyone can get it, everyone a critic
Baby Scale mean balance
Where I’m from nigga
I play the flute while you play your position
The Gabby Douglas of rap
You gotta pop 20 Xanny pills

Rest In Peace
Meanwhile, emotions is breaking the man in me
It’s funny, back then they ain’t want me
I’m aiming to hit the hearts, flatline
I’m here to straighten all these rappers up, flat iron
Ay Lo (kill moe) get me right Fuck they talkin bout.
Working off the late night, Jimmy Kimmel
Run that shit from the top HA!
Gleetchie, shit bag shawty and all that there mane
You just shooting for the money
Just to probably know how a nigga feels
Free smoke, free smoke (Aye)
Fuck yo analytics
Cleansides finest, turn the music up
[Verse 2]
Say you got plugs, well I guess that the circuit out
NOOOO body better
Nine out of ten new rappers, doo-doo rappers
Fuck what you talkin bout
I gotta filter the love and thirst
I shed a tear and I blame it on allergies
I just be telling the truth, fuck the purpin’ out

When you this high, everyone one a midget
30 thousands dollars, been had it, been snatching, been crabbing
I get my nigga Gleesh, he gonna stomp ’em out
They rob ya momma, kill yo mans, shop at Costco all the same day
I gotta chalk em out
I’m best rapper
Use to like love and peace, I like destruction now
Them niggas be wildin’ out
The conscience nigga that can teach on trap
Fuck what you talkin bout
Cole said it 2010 yea, J.
So I don’t need a TIP my attitude been on Tiny
That shit is sad to me

That’s the mentality
Juggle, spit a 16 and be humble
Fuck a stream, fuck a team
I don’t feel shit
[Verse 1: IDK]
I got the shotty mouth
They say lyrics ain’t cool no more, I’m like sheesh
Mama just died and I claim it don’t damage me
I been shooting for stars
But I’m put on myself first
And if you fuck with me then you know who that I’m fucking up next (You)
Fuck what you talkin bout
The best new nigga just clocked in, ching-ching