AccountBalance Songtext
von BONES
AccountBalance Songtext
They said shoot your shot and I shot it
If they say they golden, no stopping
Ask me to show you my balance
That′s a whole lot of money allotted
Don't be all up in my pockets
And bitch you not questioning the process
I can show you how to do it
But promise you can′t do it like us
HG double hockey sticks
My whole mob crawled up out of it
Full metal that weapon transmutation
Bows of alchemists
Move to the breeze wherever it may flow
Watch me move with the team wherever they may go
Put it down
Still my name in this game
Since the day I turned the phones
It ain't never been the same
Since we got it on our own
Think I got the right to brag
But I leave that to these little rappers
Small like they bags
Do not buy none of their lies
They just some tall tales
Little men with insecurities
Too fucked to tell
You got me sorry for you
I'll get therapy for you
Money make you what you always wanted
Just a yuppie toy
I′m feeling sympathetic
You got me empathetic
The loudest ones have always been the worst
And the most pathetic
But what do I know?
I′m just a ghost
Head hanging down my back
Razor blade in my coat
What?
If they say they golden, no stopping
Ask me to show you my balance
That′s a whole lot of money allotted
Don't be all up in my pockets
And bitch you not questioning the process
I can show you how to do it
But promise you can′t do it like us
HG double hockey sticks
My whole mob crawled up out of it
Full metal that weapon transmutation
Bows of alchemists
Move to the breeze wherever it may flow
Watch me move with the team wherever they may go
Put it down
Still my name in this game
Since the day I turned the phones
It ain't never been the same
Since we got it on our own
Think I got the right to brag
But I leave that to these little rappers
Small like they bags
Do not buy none of their lies
They just some tall tales
Little men with insecurities
Too fucked to tell
You got me sorry for you
I'll get therapy for you
Money make you what you always wanted
Just a yuppie toy
I′m feeling sympathetic
You got me empathetic
The loudest ones have always been the worst
And the most pathetic
But what do I know?
I′m just a ghost
Head hanging down my back
Razor blade in my coat
What?
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Elmo O Connor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

