Custom - The Balance Lyrics

Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
I put truth in the song, in the song
Listen, listen, listen real good
Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen real good
Life started out crazy
The fam was the alliance
But when pops went left
You started looking for guidance
The flyest had a whip in the pager
Headline from a razor
Witnessed the shit they only read on the paper
So your survival is a blessing
Though most of these cops ruthless
You can't acknowledge the fact
All your action is useless
Hood stress will prompt youth to seek jointness
So even with the knowledge
Without action, it's pointless
Yes, yes, y'all
As if I was a rapper
But I channel divine souls
In this lyrics to rapture
Picture a rapper trying to spit bars at my stature
Acquire help from my higher self
Divide and conquer
Earth is a test
Look what it's doing to Kanye West
I place a wage because the beast
Employ the police
No empire can gain more without war then peace
Borrowed time on this planet
No lease
Upper case G.U.N. play
Students become sensei
Until it's picture day
Smile for the flash
Bosses, bitches, hustle, riches, work, jail
Go for the gusto
Never be afraid to fail
F*ck the beaten path
Y'all blaze a trail
Like you would blaze a loud pack
On the platform of the L
Earth, heaven, or hell
See, physics is violent
I see all the dimensions
Focused in one alignment
My assignment is manifested
You got the message
Do what you will
Right or left hand
Red or blue pill
Chrome or the blue steel
Fake is the new real
I'm incorrect politically
Define solidity
Hip-hop, I'm the epitome
Spitting acidity
Lyric agility
See how the gift in me spark an epiphany
Speak on me with empathy
Or leave empty, silent
No message taken in you
Soulless or tyrant
More concerned with your content
Validation, respect
Never complacent
My angels teaching me patience
Approach me with altercations
Reply with an ultimatum
You fabric with preferations
Lost between destinations
Living revelations
Arguing over some reparations
Meanwhile, I'm in the mix
Spreading confirmation
Custom in relation to
Growth and development
Mental health, awareness
Common knowledge
And branding the product
Vodka shots on the porch
Right hand in my pocket
Blow through the north face
Feathers into your eye socket
Yes, yes, y'all
Yes, if I was a rapper
Yes, if I was a rapper
I'd place a wager
Cause the beast employ the police
Yes, if I was a rapper
Listen real good
Hear me clearly
Yes, if I was a rapper
Listen real good
Hear me clearly
Yes, if I was a rapper
My heart goes out to
Parents that lost offspring
Mama was one of them
How it affected her
Strength off the meter
So worried I run the blocks
I was lost in the moment
I was my only opponent
Gang banging, you ain't want it
Nice short, Eddie Bauer bag
Blue bucks, gun belt
Buckled do-rag
Chi city nigga
Organize crime
Corrupt us poor adolescents
God is amongst the peasants
My aura is incandescent
Mama yelling, get your lesson
I'm weeded, feeling defeated
Chopping, work, bagging
No bragging
It was my lowest life segment
Ready to knock it up
Overfilling my pockets up
Pokey got life
And it was natural
Spit lines, niggas laugh at you
Cause my scripture is factual
Give a lick, take a lick
This is actual
Practice
Death to the blasphemous
Spreading malice
Lift the toast, the king is up in the palace
Give me balance
Give me balance
It's all I want
I was lost in the moment
I was my only opponent
Only opponent
Only opponent