Scale

I think you runnin' low, you okay? (Perfect timing on the beat)

What's wrong wit' you? What's wrong wit' the scale, man? (Yeah)

You runnin' low? You okay? (Who you talkin' to?)

What's wrong wit' you? (3.5 grams)

See what's wrong wit' you? (Ha)

Talkin' to my scale, talkin' to my scale

Got a package in the mail, package in the mail

What you got for sale? What you got for sale?

Got it fresh up off the block, this is not stale

Talkin' to my scale, talkin' to my scale

Got a package in the mail, package in the mail

What you got for sale? What you got for sale?

Got it fresh up off the block, this is not stale

I'm talkin' to my scale, maricon de sale

Touchin' it from left to right like I'm readin' braille

But I don't take no CashApp, Venmo, or Zelle

'Cause I don't got no clientele, nada es for sale

No te creo, flippin' bricks, dope sells itself

Now I'm just flippin' fries and burgers like I'm Kenan & Kel

Ayy, I was finna be a lawyer 'til I got expelled

So fuck 12, they can suck my dick until it swells

I got a bitch in Tidwell, otra by Bel-Air

They like to bake my shit up, I let 'em braid my hair

I got a potna named -, other named

They got that two for three, yeah, they got that ooh-wee

As for me, well, I be with them red eyes

Fuckin' hoes, eyes slanted like it's hentai

You see, I'member way back, ese, minor

Havin' dreams to be major, 8 Mile

Sheddin' tears on my scale, reptile

Layin' bricks down, throat is textiles

Said I'm workin' at the plants, not that I got plans

And I ain't movin' mass, man, I'm goin' straight to mass

I'm talkin' to my scale, talkin' to my scale (Why?)

Got a package in the mail, package in the mail (What it say?)

What you got for sale? What you got for sale? (What?)

Got that green drank, got 'em movin' like the snails

Tarantulas, scorpions, guara-guara

Scarface dreams, the money and the power

Triple-triple-triple-triple beams from the eighties (Why?)

Can't you tell, boy? (Boy) Look at these babies (Damn)

'Bout to make a bail with no paper trail (None)

I took a loss, now I'm talkin' to my scale (Help me)

Pedro on my payroll, he gon' move it when I say so

And he want that smoke like Waco and he do not use a Draco, uh

Baby mama mad, ninety got you on a RICO (A RICO?)

Coked out, pupils dilated in the peephole (Slide)

Lil' kids, I suggest you stay your ass in class

Do your mathematics 'fore the RICO hit that ass (Damn)

Talkin' to my scale, runnin' out of juice (What?)

I hit the store, Chinaman, "Can I help-a you?"

Yeah, I need some Double A's and a couple sweets (And what? What?)

Then the scale told me, "Boy, don't forget the heat," yeah

I'm talkin' to my scale, talkin' to my scale

Got a package in the mail, package in the mail

What you got for sale? What you got for sale?

Got it fresh up off the block, this is not stale

Talkin' to my scale, talkin' to my scale

Got a package in the mail, package in the mail

What you got for sale? What you got for sale?

Got it fresh up off the block, this is not stale

I won't let you down, homie, you can count on me

Weigh a gram or a nickel, even ounce on me

Put a pound on me, it might be too much

I grip the grain, swing and bang, carry cool crush

We got the best of the best and you can make your money

Get your bank, your money, Rasheed makin' money

Misery makin' money, use me for some money

Never been a dummy

Talkin' to my scale, talkin' to my scale

Got a package in the mail, package in the mail

What you got for sale? What you got for sale?

Got it fresh up off the block, this is not stale