B-A-N-C-E, straight sinnin' Surrounded by the snakes in the beginnin' Surrounded by the snakes in the beginnin' Who am I, Jack Jones? Don't know most, but I serve Rap or prose, I'm a writer They know, Mello, Sero, Bella Metaphors tattered on my melon, Bantu tellin' Flows on fleek, feet stampede, I'm a rhino Predator on beats, I'm a beast, better lie low Eyes closed, weak like Diana, didn't die though Peaked cause she died though, life's for the livin' B-A-N-C-E, straight sinnin', grinnin' Mad late nights, loose women Surrounded by the snakes in the beginnin' B-A-N-C-E, straight sinnin', grinnin' Mad late nights, loose women Surrounded by the snakes in the beginnin' Strolled out the lion's den, chillin', billin' I got my own lane, propane Goggling thoughts in my left brain No days off, I'm a problem B-A-N-T, I said plenty, gently, creatin' a legacy Like the chap of the Sistine from the 16th In the city where the popes and the pimps be Pimps be, is me, low life rise till I hit peaks B-A-N-T, King Kanye B, bond my bars with the bird's eye views And the third eye entry, burnt me B-A-N-C-E, straight sinnin', grinnin' Mad late nights, loose women Surrounded by the snakes in the beginnin' B-A-N-C-E, straight sinnin' Thanks for watching!
