Lyrical Lemonade - Equilibrium Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, G Herbo
What's the deal, Herb?

Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam
F*ck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium
I'm just chillin' with my millis waitin' 'til the billis come

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 digi' jumped
Sick, they see me ballin', tryna double team and rip me up
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 motherf*ckers try to shoot the ball and miss it
High as hell, I turn the TV on and let it watch me
Me, myself 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)

Swervo
Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam
F*ck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium
I'm just chillin' with my millis waitin' 'til the billis come

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 f*ck 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, so it was 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, went legit
And my lil' blood bad, all they 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 that 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 hawked him
White chalk, you know we caught him
3D, you know we saw him
Friday the 13th, know it's Autumn, ayy (G Herbo)

Mike Amiri master, bitch, I'm fancier than Squilliam
F*ck a body shot, we aimin' at his equilibrium
I'm just chillin' with my millis waitin' 'til the billis come

Gotta be alone
Walkin' solo with my chrome, 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