Balance Video (MV)

I'm the type to take my music
Hit the road and now we cruising
Play a beat and watch me lose it
Off the top, I go all stupid
With the flows I know I'm too sick
I ain't in it for that blue tick
Bitch I'm winning for the crew, clique
You don't matter bitch the truth is

Ion' give a f*ck what you say, always preaching like you on shit
I know you know nothin' yet you act like you the smartest

Always talkin' liking you know shit when we both know you don't know shit
Play a beat and you gon' see where I keep my soul and heart at

Then it's back to where it all started
Write a rhyme and I go all in
Bitch I always go my hardest

Tryna' be regarded as an artist
Why I feel like this my callin'
They all feel the tunes I'm jotting
Feels good to be acknowledged
Hol' up lemme' keep it honest
Wasn't in it for a following
Never stressed on likes and comments

I was rappin' for my mindset
Hobby turned to a therapy session
Ain't no guessing, this a process
Truth for you is hard to digest

Woah

Man I can't stop now, on the mic I go all out
Cause these thoughts won't calm down, hit the gas till I'm all out
Always felt like y'all don't feel me, guess I'm on a different route
Ion' need no one around to cosign what the f*ck I'm on
Bitch I believe in what I want, Keep it lowkey yet it's fun

Getting better every time
I done worked it overtime
Never sweat on what he on
Headphones on and hoodie off
Time to fire up the mic

Like woah

This that type shit that gets me going
Once I feel the build up
Watch me kill the urge and polish up the skillset
Off the top I freestyle
Bitch my thoughts are always lit up
On a beat I go exploring
Never know though where we going

I stay focused on the goal
Came to far to turn back home
Outta' options down this road
When in doubt I write a song
Hit the mic with headphones on
Then bump it loud up in the car
Play it back to back from start
Windows down and feel the art

Then it's back to where it all started
Write a rhyme and I go all in
Bitch I always go my hardest

Tryna' be regarded as an artist
Why I feel like this my callin'
They all feel the tunes I'm jotting
Feels good to be acknowledged
Hol' up lemme' keep it honest
Wasn't in it for a following
Never stressed on likes and comments

I was rappin' for my mindset
Hobby turned to a therapy session
Ain't no guessing, this a process
Truth for you is hard to digest

Swervin' in my lane
Give a f*ck about you lames
Drop the top when it rain
Bitch I do it cause I can
You not tough as you claim
You just hide behind a screen
Talk that talk you don't mean
Yeah, you soft, still a teen

Since the kid I been the same
Never changed Double J, that's the name
Everyday destiny's impressing me
I could feel the rush, the energy
Outta' pocket talking I don't believe
I just keep it moving clean
Flow the verse and kill the beat

Then it's back to where it all started
Write a rhyme and I go all in
Bitch I always go my hardest

Tryna' be regarded as an artist
Why I feel like this my callin'
They all feel the tunes I'm jotting
Feels good to be acknowledged
Hol' up lemme' keep it honest
Wasn't in it for a following
Never stressed on likes and comments

I was rappin' for my mindset
Hobby turned to a therapy session
Ain't no guessing, this a process
Truth for you is hard to digest

Woah