Ballers

Another rhyme, another line
I check the time and then I'm off
Got my grind on, shine on, Zion
Like a lion, walking with pride on
Cos this ain't something that you can put a price on

Check the Nike's off from the icons you slave runners
We run this shit, pulling double shifts like all nighters
We tweakin now yeah we geekin out thinking
Aint worried about which route cos there is but one direction (straight up)

I'm going up, down, but left with right intentions
Doing what we s'posed to feeling no pressure
Just breezin through this track
You know I'm cool like that, remember?
In school I didn't even bring a backpack

Just a pen and a piece of paper, paired with something to say
About my cynical taste of this place
Displaced and replaced, but displayed and replayed
If ya smooth with them hoops or got good enough grades

Cos we act like we ballers
Mack on hoes 'til they holla
Steal the show when they call us the ish

Droppin facts that they taught us
Runnin traps til they fall-a
Watch ya back cos karma's a bitch

That's why we act like we ballers
Feel like Shaq cos we taller
Than these rats who ask for the dish

Sometimes we act like we bosses
Losing track of the callers like
Excuse me who's this??

Cos I be that cool cat who move stacks but never really spendin
Can't buy class, I'm too lax, Frank Ocean with the vision
"It don't stop, keep going" that's what Tupac said
Words are ghosts that stay alive even when you're dead

I raise a toast to my coast with the folks I float with
I've been dealt less cards, but still shufflin' the most chips
Like La Costa Nostra, nobody cross my brother
Or I'll be forced to show ya how blood is thicker than water

Or wine dine for dinner
Steak's prime rib and rarer than your kicks
Remember that hype is temporary
But the vibe lives forever man way past the cemetery so
Fuck you I won't do what you tell me
But some might say the opposite
As long as they be profittin
They sellin' you dreams up on the screen make it seem promising
You gotta learn to hold ya own, get off ya mobile phone
Get in ya zone, build that throne and get at it bruh

Cos we act like we ballas
Mack on hoes 'til they holla
Steal the show when they call us the ish

Droppin facts that they taught us
Runnin traps til they fall-a
Watch ya back cos karma's a bitch

That's why we act like we ballas
Feel like Shaq cos we taller
Than these rats who ask for the dish

Sometimes we act like we bosses
Losing track of the callers like
Excuse me who's this?



Credits
Writer(s): Andreas Sto. Domingo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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