Lyrics New Balances - Wale

Is it good or bad, wrong or right shit?
Folarin II, yeah
We still in a motherfuckin' pandemic, nigga

Look, they ain't want me here, fuck it, I'm back though
And I'm with so many, so many rap flow
Toe-to-toe with the mic, I am Mike-like
And you hoe niggas lookin' Glass Joe
It's a hole in my heart from my last hoe
It's a hole in her wallet right after
Every lyric I wrote is her caption
When we broke up, she posted her CashApp, yeah

She could've hit me for it (pussy) sweet like Pepsi Cola (look)
I play but I'm not no toy, she need flavor, I'm no LaCroix, mm
IRS keep callin', count my racks I don't record it, mm
Fame ain't like you know, pay these taxes and these lawyers, yeah

Nigga this Prada from '26, desire for money is somethin' else
Phylicia Rashād is a lucky woman, it's hard workin' with the funny bills
Authentic, never counterfeit, count it up 'til it's calluses
OG's flippin' old money, same old city, new balances

That's why the city always feels like a trap
We might be divided and lost and everything
When we come together like a, like a iron hand and Feds all over, right?
The main idea is to stop killin' each other man, and come together

They don't like it but fuck it, I'm back
Cookies in bag, I got no time to be mad
I got no time to be tied up in feelings
I gotta re-up, you gotta relax
I gotta be classy, I've been dissin', I've been chillin', don't ask me
How I'm feelin', I'm as good as I'm gon' be
Check yo' census, niggas won't even see me, tryna be noisy

And it really be one deep, ain't really get no sleep
And it really be women that tell me they need me
But don't even know me
This shit can get O.D
So I'm lookin' at the game funny like I'm in a nosebleed

I'm a leader, a man
You trick with bitches that'll feed me in bed
It's different, nigga, I can speak to they soul
The pussy wetter when it ain't for a bag
But how would you know? We stuck to the code
I ain't switchin', I be good when it's slow
Y'all 'on't hit me when the numbers is low
You make a hit, a nigga smother your phone and try to big bro you

Hol' up, I'm in Miami, the toes out
Shout out to Zoey, the Zoes out, Bam Adebayo on courtside
Bag on me, I'm really Yoruba, I'm really royalty, I move important
Free agent, I rock what I want right
Salehe, he just got me the orange ones, uh, yeah

Authentic, never counterfeit
When it's God-given and you elevated
All these satan niggas want you down with them
Yeah, yeah, pray for 'em, they embarassin'
I stayed loyal I got old runners, OG checks, new balances

Yeah, mm, new balances
Same old city, new balances
Yeah, new balances
Way more checks, new balances, yeah
Oh, I tell you, you dress very nice
They want to compare everybody with everybody
I don't care what anybody say you at, you are still above the game