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letra de balance - greyhound & yung steen

[intro – greyhound]
yo, yo, uh
said i gotta keep a balance, said i gotta keep a balance
greyhound, look, yo

[verse 1 – greyhound]
i can’t give myself a day off, i’m feeling overworked, it’s so absurd
i drove myself crazy when i wrote this verse
i’m thinking i need a break, so i do not burn out
but i’m concerned now with music i can churn out (that’s right)
hey, cause i hear the quality declining
i’m sleeping poorly and always just dining
out, but now i need to practice some self care
and if you judge me, who the h-ll cares? (f-ck you)
i hear the same message
it’s work hard, but no resting
how you gonna gain muscle, when you in the gym and never take a day off it?
writers block f-cks up my creative process
no one gets nothing they want just waiting on it
rap is an investment, i’ve made deposits
ain’t made a cent back, man i hate this nonsense
i think of the opportunities that they’ve provided
this what i pick, tryna gain a profit
like “you really think you gon make paper off this? nah crazy, stop it”
but i’ve done these long nights in the lab yeah
laying something on the mic with some adlibs
staying up til 2 or 3, waking up at seven a m
i don’t know if i can do this sh-t for another day man
tired of working these early shifts
tryna make it in rap, i’ll probably be like 36
still rapping, working a sh-tty 9-5
hoping i’ll make it, just staying alive, still tryna rise
so my advice to myself would be give up
but i said it myself, wasn’t raised to be a quitter (hide in the light)
spark of hope just fl!ckers, my blood gets thicker
and dust i kick up, cause i’m p-ssed off
i wanna win, cause god has given me
lots of gifts but i’m on the brink of
erupting quicker than volcanic liquids
look

[hook]
tired, i don’t let myself get enough rest
but i’m just tryna see if i’m up to the test
for success, i’ve been fiending
living and breathing this rap sh-t
it’s really what i’m after
but i can’t afford to burn out, so i’m
getting rest, i gotta make sure now
and time will tell if i’m up to the challenge
gotta keep a balance
said i gotta keep a balance

[verse 2 – yung steen]
burst in the game, my foot in the door
writing raps in my dorm could have actually sworn that i had to be bored just to put out a masterpiece
some things are understood tacitly
take for instance when rapping i’m usually taciturn
i made a switch just to prove that i’m
fast with words
start up the track and get badly burned
i’ll make your dad concerned he’ll think your pad will burn down wow
now i’m breaking it down for anyone wondering how i’m
taking a vow
vowing to never let anyone down, i’ll be around see
i used to isolate
used to have doubts that i’d be so great
writing my raps i would be ashamed
but now the fact is
i slice up the track it’s a piece of cake (woo!)
not that it’s easy that’s not what i mean to say
rapping i gotta be practicing everyday
got to be honest i’ve only got me to blame
ironically it’s my dreams that kept me awake
not any more though, i’m getting my rest
taking my time i would never take less
i gotta be better i wanna be best
so i found some new ways to mitigate stress
learned to be healthy, steadied my pace
i took a break but i’m back in the race
i waited patiently sobered up totally
came to a better place mentally wholesomely
now i’m the guy i’m supposed to be
give me the mic and i’ll break it down cogently
my bars are fire not lacking in potency
you would have thought that i’m actually holy (if only)
i score like the goalie’s on strike i’m the striker
you’re totally right to behold all my likenesses
pure like the coke up the nose of a white chic my
stories unfold when i get on the mic and spit
time to quit, sike i’m lit
make em sick, viruses (viruses)
you ain’t seen a kid as fly as this
the king is dead but the tyrant lives
now that is my kinda sh-t
ride on the beat like i’m riding a bike and they
say that they try i can’t lie i’m not buying it
if it were not for greyhound then i might have quit
he told me homie get rolling it’s time to spit
that’s when i knew could do legit
done with the foolishness
make the guys hate me and make ladies praise me with piousness sh-t i’m the flyest kid aye
jokes aside
i am a totally regular guy
but i spit on the mic like i’m ready to die
it’s no biggie i said it i’m ready to no i’m not ready to give up my time on this earth but i’ll say that i’ll spit for whatever i’m worth
and if heaven comes first then i’m stating it tersely remember i bodied the sh-t out this verse, thank you

[outro – yung steen]
word, yeah, i didn’t have much i was trying to do there

- greyhound yung steen

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