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a.s.t.a.t.e – balance (keep it steady) lyrics

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[intro]

getting fetty, getting getting fetty

getting fetty, getting getting fetty

[verse 1: a.s.t.a.t.e.]

you gotta watch how you moving, in this game it’s me or you

i feel like my whole team next, i’m on to something gotta prove it

been there before, can’t fold, stay with options if they choosing

you can’t be getting it out here if you snoozing
they out here losing, worrying about what the next man doing

talk to somebody that’s been on my grind

trying to paint sugatown with my music

if you don’t know, then i don’t know

taking chances, dreamt myself in a ghost, moving coast to coast

needing some sp+ces, listening to ghetto d, blowing smoke

d+mn if cuz could know how his life would be

now for that, they gotta be feeling me

if i had the answers on how my life would be

no regrets for it now, cuz this sh+t bigger than me

[chorus: richie banks]

getting fetty, staying ready, for that spaghetti (cash, cash)
to feed the fam, motherf+ck any extra credit (man, man)

sharper than belly, going ninety, just keep it steady (skrrt, skrrt)

that duffle bag, that sh+t carried, it’s getting heavy (yeah, yeah)

from getting fetty, staying ready for that spaghetti

to feed the fam, motherf+ck any extra credit

sharper than belly, going ninety, just keep it steady (yeah, uh)

that duffle bag, that sh+t carried, it’s getting heavy (yeah)

[verse 2: big jj]

got to much on my plate to let some bullsh+t knock my appetite (for real)

everyday i’m working overtime, mama working overnight (everyday, everyday)

they say pressure, bust pipes, i’m living and twisting up every night (uh)

champagne to the moonlight, i know i ain’t living right (yeah, i know it, i know it)
but i love this cash life but i love this bag life

sauce dripping how i’m game tight, kicking flavor at the silver light (uh whoo)

baby know i’m on a mission, i got issues, i got problems of my own

i’m going fetty, i’m going fetty to keep a roof on my home (for real)

i don’t need no handouts, been the man, still the man now

clocking in, no clocking out, from ramen noodles to mr. chow

concrete, ten toes deep, yeah i’m in it for the long haul

i eat we all eat, i ball we all ball

[chorus: richie banks]

that duffle bag, that sh+t carried, it’s getting heavy (yeah, yeah)

from getting fetty, staying ready, for that spaghetti

to feed the fam, motherf+ck any extra credit

sharper than belly, going ninety, just keep it steady (yeah, uh)

that duffle bag, that sh+t carried, it’s getting heavy (yeah)



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