‘Equilibrium ‘ MP3 Download (Audio), Music Video (Mp4) & Lyrics
The Sensational & Talented Musician, Lyrical Lemonade dishes out new music project titled ‘Equilibrium ‘, which serves as one of the successful and hit song produced so far.
In this project, Lyrical Lemonade enroll with the contribution of the musical artist BabyTron & G Herbo which contributed a lot to the track with the cool verses.
This project serves as one of the tracks on Lyrical Lemonade‘s newly released studio album titled “Lyrical Lemonade“
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Lyrical Lemonade – Equilibrium Ft. BabyTron & G Herbo Lyrics
[Intro: G Herbo & BabyTron]
Yeah, yeah, G Herbo
What's the deal, Herb'?
[Chorus: BabyTron]
Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam
Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium
I'm just chillin' with my millis waitin' 'til the billis come
[Verse 1: BabyTron]
What area I'm from? Bitch, 51
Quarter after quarter, stuffin' woods, I got hippy lungs
Swervin' tryna scale it, he got shorted 'cause my digit jumped
Sick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me off
Sick, they see me ballin', tryna knock me off my pivot
You ain't gotta a whip, what's in my pocket could've bought a Civic
You ain't even in my shoes, I barely talk to critics
Same motherfuckers tryna shoot the ball and miss it
High as hell, I turn thе TV on and let it watch me
Me, mysеlf and I, shit, I'm feelin' like the top three
Blessing after blessing, cameras Godspeed
How you call yourself the G.O.A.T? Bitch, stop, please
How you call yourself the G.O.A.T but you not me?
Spot like H&M, fiends pull up just to cop jeans
M30's, they'll turn to zombies when they pop peas
Herbo in some brand new Fazos, shit, you know my carpets clean (Clean)
[Chorus: G Herbo]
(Swervo)
Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam
Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium
I'm just chillin' with my millis waitin' 'til the billis come
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
We don't talk to cops, we don't cop pleas
Soon as we hit they block, it's already cock squeeze
I don't fuck with rats 'cause I got a lot of cheese
Way I'm stuntin', I don't care 'bout what she want, I'm what a bitch need
Billion dollar mouth, I'm smokin' runtz so that's a K a blunt
Switch out hoes and give 'em what they want, that's fifty K a month
If you know me, I'm a humble beast, so it's okay to stunt
At eighteen, I had a hundred pounds sales, so it's okay to front
I rose from the mud now I'm rich
Yeah, I'm lit, bitch, but if this shit go bad, is you gon' switch?
It was a blood bath now I rock blood diamonds, we legit
And my lil' blood bad, all he want is a big ol' bag and another switch
Half a million, that's my kit, gotta protect my ice but I been totin' pipes since I was a jit
So they really don't mean shit
And I'm a suspect to a vic, ain't no respect for a snitch
Raise the scoreboard, we down bad, just up that and it's a upset
I hate when niggas be talkin' on the net like he gon' step but can't even walk
Can't give him a thought, ain't even a threat
He tried to run, you know we hopped him
White chalk, you know we caught him
3D, you know we saw him, Friday the 13th, know it's Autumn, ayy (G Herbo)
[Chorus: BabyTron]
Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam
Fuck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium
I'm just chillin' with my millis waitin' 'til the billis come (Billis come)
[Outro: BabyTron, G Herbo, BabyTron & G Herbo]
Gotta be alone
Walkin' solo with my crown, on my way home
Days, weeks, feelin' weak, had to stay strong
Facin' trauma on my own, baby, how you say I'm wrong?
Money always on my phone, baby, I can't stay, I'm gone
Left the streets but I put all my pain inside my songs
You know what I'm on
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