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Balance

Balance was an early 1980s pop rock band based out of New York City and fronted by Illinois native, Peppy Castro, formerly of Blues Magoos. Other members included guitarist Bob Kulick, arranger and keyboardist Doug Katsaros, drummer Chuck Burgi, and bassist Dennis Feldman. more »

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Huh, ah (JSK shit)

Lately been feeling more evil than ever
Watching the world through my tint
I know the world burning, I done commit
I don't pay mind to the bull or the shit
I don't ever see the face of my demons
All of my demons done turned to my brothers
F*ck all the jakes and the undercovers
Love my bitch freaky, we f*ck up the covers

I been running shit freely
I been shopping at Neimans
I been up for a reason
I been plotting and scheming
Out here making my money
I don't really be thinking shit funny
I don't really know who love me
I don't really know who trust me

Yeah
And you feel that shit don't you
I just keep this shit real, real, real
I do it for real, real, real
I want that money for real
I want that honey for real
Keep it a hunnid' like bill
Know who gon' run it for real

A lot of these boys ain't for real
I'm out here gunning for real
I'm really hungry for real
I really kill shit for real
Huh, for real, for real, for real, for real, for real, I'm up by a mil'
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, I go for the kill

Yeah
F*ck it, I chase for the motion
Ain't a wave, baby, I create oceans
Ain't 'bout the bag but love when the note hit
With all the dawgs causing commotion
I got some flaws, but still in motion
Bitch got a jaw, I'm in there in coping
I wanna pop, forever be coasting, they hate so I'm posting

I know I can make me an M
Ima do it, finna make it look easy
City never want to see me win, but they never ever had a dude to believe in
Turbo the whip, cash by the grip
Bitch getting hit, she love the fit
Back to crib, do it legit
We Just Sum Kidz, my ops is mid

All my partners they cool and legit, but some of 'em moving strange, got to admit
Since little Balance been hungry for it
I ain't gonna fail now, bitch, I commit
I wanna get my momma out the place, I wanna get my father a new Wraith
F*ck a Wraith, he know his kid a star
And he know that lil boy finna go far

Demons been up in my brain for a minute, but I got used to 'em so I been just living
I don't pay no mind to nobody else winning
'cause I gotta my get my own cake and my spending
My brothers were young, got addicted and spinning
I never feel 'em, I don't know the feeling
I stay by own, man, locked in, I'm focus
I look out the window, the world gotta notice

Lately been feeling more evil than ever
Watching the world through my tint
I know the world burning, I done commit
I don't pay mind to the bull or the shit
I don't ever see the face of my demons
All of my demons done turned to my brothers
F*ck all the jakes and the undercovers
Love my bitch freaky, we f*ck up the covers

I been running shit freely
I been shopping at Neimans
I been up for a reason
I been plotting and scheming
Out here making my money
I don't really be thinking shit funny
I don't really know who love me
I don't really know who trust me

Yeah
And you feel that shit don't you
I just keep this shit real, real, real
I do it for real, real, real
I want that money for real
I want that honey for real
Keep it a hunnid' like bill
Know who gon' run it for real

A lot of these boys ain't for real
I'm out here gunning for real
I'm really hungry for real
I really kill shit for real
Huh, for real, for real, for real, for real, for real, I'm up by a mil'
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, I go for the kill

JSK shit

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