Ball Out

Blue paper chasing
Keeping my mind racing
I'm on some different shit
So fuck the niggas who's hating
Don't talk to me about loyalty
When you was never down for me
Red nose you a clown to me
I'm charged up no battery
Got a boss nigga mentality
I do it all so naturally
Can't tell these niggas my strategy
But Ima kill the shit fatality
Had some niggas I was cool with
Way back when shit was different
Things changed I don't miss it
Made it seem like y'all gon missing
You asking why we ain't friends and telling me it ain't that deep 
But I know the shit you did even when you thought that I ain't see
Gotta start moving with my head, done moving with my heart
Saying that we both growing, nah we just growing apart
And you ain't really somebody
That I'd keep around for a body
Four shots at the party
By three a.m. you sorry
The two of us had we meet ends
How the fuck we become less than friends
But the one time was the last time
Wish I had never even had let you in
You type to backdoor a nigga
What goes around, comes around
So watch how you moving forward nigga
Ain't playing sports, but I score on niggas
Steady progressing
Niggas they talking, they hating
Them niggas is blocking they blessings
Put to the test and you know I'm flexing
One V one ain't nobody checking
Coming in first cause I can't be second
I'm popping, gotta pop out
Flood on the wrist need a mop now
Going all out
Things change, people change, feelings change too
But I'm still tryna figure out what the fuck changed you

Gotta ball out, show out, cut some niggas we fell out
Ball on the niggas that hated, shit on the niggas that had doubt
Gotta ball out, show out, cut some niggas we fell out
Ball on the niggas that hated, shit on the niggas that had doubt

You not on my level, no you never been
And if you catch up, I'll pass you again
Keeping them watching like they placing bets
I'm winning the race, I turn on the jet
No one can stop me, not taking a break
Cutting the grass and finding the snakes
Working the plays and calling the shots
Clearing my head no negative thoughts
I wanna make it, people gon talk
I know that people gon always have doubt
So when I make it I'm counting them out
I got some people believing in me, they waiting to see
I got some people who talking they shit, they want me to quit
Blocking that out cuz I can't have it
Stunt on these on these niggas you know it's a habit
Always going at it, turn up the static
I ain't want all this to happen, but it just happened
Not what I imagine, just distractions
(They just can't fuck with me)
I gotta make it the way that I grind
No I'm not playing, not wasting no time
I see what I want some Ima go get it
Go get the tools and build up my image
The shit I demand is built on respect
Focused on me while getting my check
Talking yo shit, well make it direct
Trust in a nigga, you know I'm up next
Bro said to get it, unc said to grind
My momma told me to make the dream mine
Keep saying my dreams so it'll align
I know my days coming, the day that I shine
I gotta make it, I'm paying her back
I said when I make it she get the first stack
I want the diamonds, I want baguettes
You playing checkers, I'm playing chess
Foot on the gas, foot on they necks
I gotta get it I can't let'em rest
I'm going up and no I can't wait, just wait for the date, It's never too late
I'm turning it up, cranking it up, no I don't care, I don't give a fuck
Keep me at 10 cause I'll stunt on yo ass then do it again, you know we going up

I gotta ball out, show out, cut some niggas we fell out
Ball on the niggas that hated, shit on the niggas that had doubt
I gotta ball out, show out, cut some niggas we fell out
Ball on the niggas that hated, shit on the niggas that had doubt



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Writer(s): Jaron Bruce
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