Wale - New Balances lyrics

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Wale - New Balances lyrics

[Intro] Is it good or bad [?]? One-two, yeah We still in a motherfu*kin' pandemic, ni**a [Verse 1] Look They ain’t want me here, fu*k it, I'm back though And I'm with so many, so many rap flow Toe-to-toe with the mic’, I am Mike like And you [?] ni**as lookin' Glass Joe It's a hole in my heart from my last ho It's a hole in her wallet right after Every lyric I wrote is her caption When we broke up she posted her CashApp, yeah She could've hit me for it (Pussy) Sweet like Pepsi Cola Look, I play but I got no toy She need flavor, I'm no [?] IRS keep callin', count my racks I don't record it, mm Fame ain’t like you know, pay these taxes and these lawyers, yeah ni**a this Prada from ’26, designer for money is somethin' else Phylicia Rashād is a lucky woman, it’s all workin' with the funny bills [Chorus] Authentic, never counterfeit, count it up 'til it's calluses OG’s flippin' old money, same old city, new balances [Interlude] That's why the city always feels like a trap We might need to [?] and everything When we come together like a, like a [?] all over, right? We may not [?] (Yeah) [?] each other, man, and come together [Verse 2] They don't like it but fu*k it, I'm back Cookies and bag, I got no time to be mad I got no time to be tied up in feelings I gotta reup, you gotta relax I gotta be classy I've been dissin', I've been chillin' don't ask me How I'm feelin', I'm as good as I'm gon' be Takin' chances, ni**as won't even see me Tryna be noisy And it really be one deep Ain't really get no sleep And it really be women that tell me they need me but don't even know me But sh*t can get over [?] So I'm lookin' at the gang funny, like I'm in a nosebleed I'm a leader, a man You trick with b*tches that'll feed me in bed It's different, ni**a, I can speak to their soul The pussy wetter when it ain't for a [?] But ho, what you know? We stuck to the code I ain't switchin', I be good when it's low Don't hit me when the numbers is low You makin' hit, a ni**a smother your phone, and try big bro you Hol' up, I'm in Miami the toes out Shout out to Zoey, the zoes out [?] on courtside Bag on me, I'm really Yoruba I'm really royalty, I move important Free agent, I rock what I want, right [?], he just got me the orange ones, uh, yeah [Chorus] Authentic, never counterfeit When it's God-given and you elevated, all these hatin' ni**as want you down with them, yeah, yeah Pray for 'em, they embarassin' I stayed loyal like an old runners OG checks, new balances, yeah, mm New balances Same old city, new balances, yeah New balances Way more checks, new balances, yeah [Outro: Wale & Wale's Mom] [?], haha I'm tellin' you dressed very nice [?] [?] I don't care what anybody say you at, you are still above the game

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