Rap star
It's diesel now I choked it up
The moment past I broke it up
Oh trust oh i've been broke enough
To know the difference
Are you dust are you indifferent
Do you do it for the bitches
You're a baller
You're a baller
Ya you say its in your blood
You're that fucking guy that wants to shake all of it up
You've got that drink inside your cup
You know its never enough
The prices that we pay
Are the reasons they give up
I get better everyday
While they pray that I give up
Oh the thoughts keep me awake
The smoke it fills my lungs
Ya I scheme the night away
Plot the future I will pave
Warm yourself up by the fire
I promise you'll be okay
Oh I've been on the grind
Ya I've been on my skate
It's you who you define
Don't have to lie its an escape
Spend my time mining the diamonds
My drip is blinding
Like a sofa you recline in
I'm something that you spend time with
You're a baller
You're a baller
Ya you say it's in your blood
You're that fucking guy that wants to shake all of it up
You've got that drink inside your cup
You know its never enough
The prices that we pay
Are the reasons they give up
Givenchy, shit
Brand new chandeliers
Custom house
I'll be staying here
Growing now
It's becoming clear
It won't be long now
Their greatest fear
They just stood there
They were like a deer
I would really throw
I promise you my dear
F8 flying fast
5AM the roads are clear
Mountains in the back
Recording with an engineer
We fought our way here
Oh we fought our way here
Put in hours everyday
Always felt like we were near
Always kept the feeling near
Even when I felt like a joke
I just kept on looking forward
I was in heaven when I awoke
You're a baller
You're a baller
Ya you say it's in your blood
You're that fucking guy that wants to shake all of it up
I'm in the place we throw it up
Its PTK they're throwing up
They wasted days didn't throw enough
Now they're just pacing with their cup
This bitch is pasty and wants to fuck
Just pay me don't give fuck
You think I'm crazy or I'm tough
Maybe it's both but it's not luck
You think you have it it's not love
Ya your time is almost up
Ya I'm from that 403 and the only directions up
The moment past I broke it up
Oh trust oh i've been broke enough
To know the difference
Are you dust are you indifferent
Do you do it for the bitches
You're a baller
You're a baller
Ya you say its in your blood
You're that fucking guy that wants to shake all of it up
You've got that drink inside your cup
You know its never enough
The prices that we pay
Are the reasons they give up
I get better everyday
While they pray that I give up
Oh the thoughts keep me awake
The smoke it fills my lungs
Ya I scheme the night away
Plot the future I will pave
Warm yourself up by the fire
I promise you'll be okay
Oh I've been on the grind
Ya I've been on my skate
It's you who you define
Don't have to lie its an escape
Spend my time mining the diamonds
My drip is blinding
Like a sofa you recline in
I'm something that you spend time with
You're a baller
You're a baller
Ya you say it's in your blood
You're that fucking guy that wants to shake all of it up
You've got that drink inside your cup
You know its never enough
The prices that we pay
Are the reasons they give up
Givenchy, shit
Brand new chandeliers
Custom house
I'll be staying here
Growing now
It's becoming clear
It won't be long now
Their greatest fear
They just stood there
They were like a deer
I would really throw
I promise you my dear
F8 flying fast
5AM the roads are clear
Mountains in the back
Recording with an engineer
We fought our way here
Oh we fought our way here
Put in hours everyday
Always felt like we were near
Always kept the feeling near
Even when I felt like a joke
I just kept on looking forward
I was in heaven when I awoke
You're a baller
You're a baller
Ya you say it's in your blood
You're that fucking guy that wants to shake all of it up
I'm in the place we throw it up
Its PTK they're throwing up
They wasted days didn't throw enough
Now they're just pacing with their cup
This bitch is pasty and wants to fuck
Just pay me don't give fuck
You think I'm crazy or I'm tough
Maybe it's both but it's not luck
You think you have it it's not love
Ya your time is almost up
Ya I'm from that 403 and the only directions up
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Writer(s): Spencer Morse
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