Tipping The Scales

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Shawn Deuce

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These niggas lose so much it's like they hate winning
I'm never snoozing, I'm wide awake, and I'm wallet feelin
It's like I got a blank check, and I got the fill in
The amount paid out, so now I got big clout
I don't be shuckin and jivin
Niggas duckin and hidin
Bullets bustin and flying
Bodies get hit, but no sirens
Cops don't come around here
It's easy as f*ck to cop a gun around here
My culture is what I'm tryna protect
Cause they some vultures
They'll steal your whole style, run off and collect
I got a homie up top now, he call me collect
His best friend fuckin his ex, I know he upset
But I told him not to shed tears
The niggas can't compare to me, we ain't the same tier
I'm top shelf, they literally on they tippy toes just to get in touch with me
My biggest fear is having a son who looks up to me
Cause I ain't perfect myself
Drinkin' henny every other night, it's bad for my health
On the block where half the niggas that I know been to jail
You sayin free him, but you could've freed him, ain't pay his bail
And the devil got they soul, tryna pull them to Hell
I'm done being kind hearted, cause they think that I'm frail
NBA or NFL, They don't see us in Yale
They never thought that we would make it, but we tipping the scales
Nigga we tipping the scales
They never thought that we would make it, but we tipping the scales
Put me in any situation, boy I know I'll prevail
I'm undefeated, just face it, I ain't takin no L's
They praying on my downfall, but I'm wishing them well
With all this opportunity, tell me, How can I fail
Watchin the sky, cause only God and time will tell
Go and tell your favorite rapper I got rhymes for sale
Word around town, I'm tryna build my clientele
You should know better, you no chedda havin asses
You fake, now I just see it better, like I got glasses
Makin music, makin money, and I'm takin classes
One foot on these niggas neck, the other up they asses
They get depressed when they ain't makin profit
I don't feel bad for them, cause I got off my ass and got it
So what the f*ck these niggas want, a hand out, I took the man route
That way I can't blame nobody if shit don't pan out
Created my own sound, and I figured out
That even when I'm sittin down I be standin out
I'm tryna get it tall as sky scrapers
They thought I had a binder, how I keep flippin paper
Need a crib with some acres
I be ballin in LA, thought I was a Laker
Money got me in a rapture, Anita Baker
Time goes by, and these bitches getting faker
Free to go, if she don't wanna stay, I'll never make her
If you disrespect the fam, you gon meet your maker
All black at your funeral, just like a raider
Flee the country, smokin ganja out in Jamaica
I'm gettin paper
They never thought that we would make it, but we tipping the scales
Put me in any situation, boy I know I'll prevail
I'm undefeated, just face it, I ain't takin no L's
They praying on my downfall, but I'm wishing them well
They never thought that we would make it, but we tipping the scales
Put me in any situation, boy I know I'll prevail
I'm undefeated, just face it, I ain't takin no L's
They praying on my downfall, but I'm wishing them well

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