Ball No Lakers
Ya... ya ya wait
Look... wait... huh
I swear I'm feelin like the man now
Look... tell me why huh
All these niggas hatin huh
I don't understand cause I'm just getting to the paper uh
I don't trust no nigga you would think that imma racist uh
And I wear my chain around my neck like who gon take it uh
Yeah wait
I think they too basic uh
I can rap bout pain and still be happy when I sang it uh
They say how you live said I'm from Florida what u thinkin uh
All throughout my life I had to struggle just to make it uh
Sip champagne while I get brain
Yeah I been the same but some shit changed
Look up at my phone get a text late
Sorry who is this I can't check names
Fuck the haters uh
I Ball out No Lakers ya wait
He a traitor uh
Told em see you later ya wait
Counting money uh
Almost got blue fingers ya wait
Going dummy... like no brainer ya wait
They gon wonder how I came up wit no major huh
They gon really hate me when I'm whippin that speed racer uh
My team full of hittas
If it's beef then you in danger uh
I was on probation got released for good behavior
This from the brain now
My mama worried but I told her I'm okay now
No need to hurry I just sit back and I wait now
Won't let em hurt me shit can't get up in my way now
With no discussion we gon pull up where you stay now
Gotta keep a stick cause niggas robbin everyday now
When I was a jit they caught me trappin at the playground
Now I'm makin hits I bet no nigga see me lay down yeah yeah
And I remember I was broke couldn't get clothes
Now I'm rocking all this shi and make it drip tho
I know they hate me they gon love me when I'm rich tho
I got some family that'll make a nigga get gone
Don't try me uh
I think I'm almighty yeah yeah
They lyin uh
They ain't catching bodies yea yea
In confinement uh
No one worried bout me yea yea
This shi my hobby like... who gon stop me yea yea
I'm in my bag fr
I gave up on my hooping dream that's all I had fr
I want my city just to love me but they mad fr
Fuck that, I'm focused Im gon stay countin these racks fr ya ya
And I remember I was broke couldn't get clothes
Now I'm rocking all this shi and make it drip tho
I know they hate me they gon love me when I'm rich tho
I got some family that'll make a nigga get gone, get gone ya ya
I got some family that'll make a nigga get gone, get gone
(Cuz they gon love me when I'm rich tho)
I got some family that'll make a nigga get gone
Look... wait... huh
I swear I'm feelin like the man now
Look... tell me why huh
All these niggas hatin huh
I don't understand cause I'm just getting to the paper uh
I don't trust no nigga you would think that imma racist uh
And I wear my chain around my neck like who gon take it uh
Yeah wait
I think they too basic uh
I can rap bout pain and still be happy when I sang it uh
They say how you live said I'm from Florida what u thinkin uh
All throughout my life I had to struggle just to make it uh
Sip champagne while I get brain
Yeah I been the same but some shit changed
Look up at my phone get a text late
Sorry who is this I can't check names
Fuck the haters uh
I Ball out No Lakers ya wait
He a traitor uh
Told em see you later ya wait
Counting money uh
Almost got blue fingers ya wait
Going dummy... like no brainer ya wait
They gon wonder how I came up wit no major huh
They gon really hate me when I'm whippin that speed racer uh
My team full of hittas
If it's beef then you in danger uh
I was on probation got released for good behavior
This from the brain now
My mama worried but I told her I'm okay now
No need to hurry I just sit back and I wait now
Won't let em hurt me shit can't get up in my way now
With no discussion we gon pull up where you stay now
Gotta keep a stick cause niggas robbin everyday now
When I was a jit they caught me trappin at the playground
Now I'm makin hits I bet no nigga see me lay down yeah yeah
And I remember I was broke couldn't get clothes
Now I'm rocking all this shi and make it drip tho
I know they hate me they gon love me when I'm rich tho
I got some family that'll make a nigga get gone
Don't try me uh
I think I'm almighty yeah yeah
They lyin uh
They ain't catching bodies yea yea
In confinement uh
No one worried bout me yea yea
This shi my hobby like... who gon stop me yea yea
I'm in my bag fr
I gave up on my hooping dream that's all I had fr
I want my city just to love me but they mad fr
Fuck that, I'm focused Im gon stay countin these racks fr ya ya
And I remember I was broke couldn't get clothes
Now I'm rocking all this shi and make it drip tho
I know they hate me they gon love me when I'm rich tho
I got some family that'll make a nigga get gone, get gone ya ya
I got some family that'll make a nigga get gone, get gone
(Cuz they gon love me when I'm rich tho)
I got some family that'll make a nigga get gone
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Writer(s): Kijan Boone
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