Backstreet (feat. Michael LeMont & Nicholas Ottersberg Enriquez)

I'm balling like an athlete
Run it like a track meet
Every single summer putting numbers on the stat sheet
Baddie in the backseat
Singing like its Backstreet
I want it that way
Moving at a fast pace
On a bag chase
Loud inside the ashtray
No one's gonna give you shit
At least that's what my Dad say
And don't take shit from no one
Hands we could throw them
And you don't want no problem so just keep it going
I'm more about the Love and what's up above
Well wishes to my haters out here fucking up
And we just living good trying to run it up
Half a midget worth of spinach in my fuckin blunt
Bitch I'm coming up and I'm in the zone
Bust it like Capone
So pick up the phone
When a real one calls
But she didn't listen out here tripping
Got her feeling involved

Cause I was ballin' like an athlete
Run it like a track meet
Every single summer putting numbers on the stat sheet
Ride or die with me while we trapping down the Backstreet
On the freeway
Cut it like the DJ

I don't care who you are
Or bout the things you did
I just wanna Love you girl right now
I'm lost without your Love
And I wish you'd open up

Ya
But you don't get the picture
They call me a drifter
I pull up with the splash
I should try out for the 6er's
I'm balling like a Pritzker
Learning from the scriptures
I've never been a victim
I've always been the victor
I had to make it flip
Then go take a trip
Catch me out in Belo hella lit
Brasilera thick
Hit the China mall and blow some drip
Blowing paper quick
Critics try to say it's not legit
I just tell them all the G's please hop up off my
Watch what you say to me
I made it flip and took a trip and brought the gang with me
This pretty lady on my line that want to hang with me
My pops called and told me lately he's been praying for me
One day I'm paid for all me work and all the sacrifices
So you can throw it in the bag no matter what the price is
But most the time I act like I don't even need advice
Just try my best so I get rest when I'm asleep at night
And that's a luxury that these fake bitches don't get
She say she love me but I know that she give no F's
If I wasn't booming out the trap and had a known rep
She's the type of girl I tell my homies all to don't sweat
Especially when you're

Balling like an athlete