Rookie.

Balling Hard I'm a Rookie. Go head give me a cookie
Wow! Do you want a cookie

Didn't I just say give it to me

Balling Hard I'm a Rookie. Go head give me a cookie
Wow! Do you want a cookie
Didn't I just say give it to me. Bad ahh
Little dang kid. Code name easily bad kid Stewie
Came to school wearing that Tommy. Don't forget that Hilfiger
I don't even really feel for her. I ain't with that sweet
My name ain't no Bryson Tiller. Break that joint all the way up
Ain't no after cold fever. Got a problem then just leave her
I've been blessed with quite a bit, my predictions like a beaver
You a real try hard. In other words an over overachiever
That's all good and all. 1st place gold medals
Collecting my wins I am a dang retriever

Like the Lord always says it's a cold ahh world
All that necessarily means is that the streets
Getting meaner. Meaning I'm finally get leaner
Mistakes not finally be present. I stamp
I'm finally be cleaner, I stamp I'm finally be Victorious
Without the blabbering from Trina. Without
No mistakes finally be tight no going off no if's
Or might's. Shout to the legend Selena
Drinking water Aquafina. Blessed the souls
I love especially right now Auntie Kena
And all the souls still struggling from hurricane Katrina
You all run in desperate packs you all some old head hyenas

Balling hard
Thank the Lord
Balling hard, I'm a rookie
Balling, balling hard I'm a rookie

Go head give me a cookie
Wow! Do you want a cookie
Didn't I just say give it to me. Bad ahh little dang kid
Code name easily bad kid Stewie. Came to school wearing
That Tommy. Don't forget that Hilfiger
I ain't with that sweet
My name ain't no Bryson Tiller



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Writer(s): Antonio Mitchell
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