LAMELO BALL
I had dreams
They ain't believe
Had to make cream turned to the trap and made it out clean
I thank God if I didn't leave Naij who knows were I'd be (Maroko)
Probably broke
Or still in the streets
Now when I pull up on niggas it's different
I stunt when I want
Mike Amiri what I put on
That ain't just something I put in a song
I'm like Melo with the Hood on
Or with the Hornets niggas know I ball
I got my foot on they necks
Everything I said really stood on
And most of em actually capping
This here the questions I ask em
Boy is you gangster or rapping
Boy is you acting or active
I know what I want I what it takes
And that's why I'm never relaxing
I got my teeth in Hatton
I know my cheese a magnet
Shoutout my ex who told me I'm wack
She did it to get a reaction
Give her a chance she start running back
It's part of the game like Madden
Baby I'm swagging in Jacquemus
Off-white I've been blacking with a fashion
You see my neck and you see the wrist
And both of them look like Alaska
Whoa
Way I'm popping my shit ain't no joke
Road kill I don't chill it's a go
Bankrolls
Lambos
Me and LO gon get it for sure
I don't just want it I want it the most
I came with the wave I'm staying afloat
From chopping it up I know how it go
I'm who they go at they know I'm the goat
Me and Teffy go way back so you know I been good with the Melody
Broke boys or bitch niggas can't come anywhere near my vicinity
Once day I pop in Brazil from keeping it real I feel like Vinicius
If I wasn't bussing your hoe and she someone I know she got to be hideous
I'm from the heart of the city it's crazy niggas just hate
This on my mother
I'm never half stepping or nothing
And that's why they fully relate
I been hungry now I'm big sauce
3 course gourmet food on my plate
No squares in my circle
Real love triangles all of my bitches in shape
You know I love her physique
I get her wet like John the Bap
Then we get naked like Adam and Eve
Then I just leave
Run up the blues
After the cheese
Green in the bag like a packet of peas
Hot like I'm Juvee 400 degrees
Couldn't move with no guys facing 5 years and won't face it
All that talking tough just to look fake when you catch cases
You can't be no real G if you don't stand on and maintain it
It's really fuck the police
And I'd write that in my statement
Here for cheddar
All of the cheese
Even the feta
No games
Double the checks
Chess and checkers
Big time
Real strides
Big steppa
I'm going far in sha'Allah like I'm going to Mecca
They ain't believe
Had to make cream turned to the trap and made it out clean
I thank God if I didn't leave Naij who knows were I'd be (Maroko)
Probably broke
Or still in the streets
Now when I pull up on niggas it's different
I stunt when I want
Mike Amiri what I put on
That ain't just something I put in a song
I'm like Melo with the Hood on
Or with the Hornets niggas know I ball
I got my foot on they necks
Everything I said really stood on
And most of em actually capping
This here the questions I ask em
Boy is you gangster or rapping
Boy is you acting or active
I know what I want I what it takes
And that's why I'm never relaxing
I got my teeth in Hatton
I know my cheese a magnet
Shoutout my ex who told me I'm wack
She did it to get a reaction
Give her a chance she start running back
It's part of the game like Madden
Baby I'm swagging in Jacquemus
Off-white I've been blacking with a fashion
You see my neck and you see the wrist
And both of them look like Alaska
Whoa
Way I'm popping my shit ain't no joke
Road kill I don't chill it's a go
Bankrolls
Lambos
Me and LO gon get it for sure
I don't just want it I want it the most
I came with the wave I'm staying afloat
From chopping it up I know how it go
I'm who they go at they know I'm the goat
Me and Teffy go way back so you know I been good with the Melody
Broke boys or bitch niggas can't come anywhere near my vicinity
Once day I pop in Brazil from keeping it real I feel like Vinicius
If I wasn't bussing your hoe and she someone I know she got to be hideous
I'm from the heart of the city it's crazy niggas just hate
This on my mother
I'm never half stepping or nothing
And that's why they fully relate
I been hungry now I'm big sauce
3 course gourmet food on my plate
No squares in my circle
Real love triangles all of my bitches in shape
You know I love her physique
I get her wet like John the Bap
Then we get naked like Adam and Eve
Then I just leave
Run up the blues
After the cheese
Green in the bag like a packet of peas
Hot like I'm Juvee 400 degrees
Couldn't move with no guys facing 5 years and won't face it
All that talking tough just to look fake when you catch cases
You can't be no real G if you don't stand on and maintain it
It's really fuck the police
And I'd write that in my statement
Here for cheddar
All of the cheese
Even the feta
No games
Double the checks
Chess and checkers
Big time
Real strides
Big steppa
I'm going far in sha'Allah like I'm going to Mecca
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Writer(s): Adetokunbo Bajowa
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