Ball Headed

I'm in a league of legends baby but this ain't no MOBA
Them suckers tried to snake me they forgot that I'm a cobra
They looking at me like I'm speaking Greek and in a toga
I'm bout to black out on them like my liquor mixed with Soma
I'm making all my quotas though I set em all myself
I know how to push me way harder than anybody else
Plus I'm on the counter while them losers stuck up on the shelf
If I ain't got no trust for you then I will never need your help
Ain't no saints and ain't no sinners
I'm the man and I'm that nigga
If you stuck on good and evil
Then you just don't get the picture
Why don't you stay in your lane and keep on brushing up on scripture
Maybe then you'll figure shit out
I'm just gon' get these figures

I go for the whole potato don't do no small fries
Ball headed like Pac baby I need all eyes
I go for the whole potato don't do no small fries
Ball headed like Pac baby I need all

Made it to the head of the pack now I ain't going back
Trust me Joe if I pump it up it's never going flat
Told that bitch quit fucking for free you should be hoeing that
Build up on a client list you'll have something to show for that
I'm higher than a five barely moving still alive
Once you smell that dodi in the air that means that I've arrived
Everybody's always wrong I don't usually pick a side
Not unless you holding me down then bet it I'ma ride
Don't get all caught up in logic life's an anomaly
I stay away from funny motherfuckers and they comedy
Puffing on my broccoli plotting on a monopoly
Unless your mouth is on my dick then you ain't never topping me

I go for the whole potato don't do no small fries
Ball headed like Pac baby I need all eyes
I go for the whole potato don't do no small fries
Ball headed like Pac baby I need all eyes



Credits
Writer(s): Garry Don Jr Richardson
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